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.
