I feel the constant vibrations of your world around me,
all day, sharp juddering against my smooth flesh,
In this pot,
I am adrift.
Still, I feel the connections of my kin,
grown, growing,
dying and dead,
seed and shoot,
far and near.
Even though round me is barren,
I have this small fertile pool,
I can put forth memories of my future,
even that might not be,
if there is not enough space for them here,
I take this as I take a stone
in the earth,
where my roots feel out,
One way,
the other,
no matter.
I express myself through the air,
parting molecules with my firm, juicy, chaotically uniform shapes,
I jut out in pairs from my core,
I express ever outward,
I need for nothing but emergence,
I exist only to jam song form through the air,
as my secret roots bind me.
I feel the constant vibrations of your world around me,all day, sharp juddering against my smooth flesh,In this pot,I am adrift.Still, I feel the connections of my kin,grown, growing,dying and dead,seed and shoot,far and near.Even though round me is barren,I have this small fertile pool,I can put forth memories of my future,even that might not…
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