there is a seed
beneath you
it grows
and you feel it coming out from your mouth
and anus
from your mouth is the tendril
like some form of a hand
and from your anus
roots
spreading down to your feet
trying to make you still
fixed
the tendril stretches and multiplies
and tries to reach the skies
it is pulling you
making you envious to the wings of the
black bird
meanwhile the roots are getting stronger
deeper and
fierce in the silence of its
goal, always, always to fix you
and make you
feel a prisoner of this
earth
two things, two contrasts
between all these
the heart, and now you must choose and listen.
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