roll back the forgiving gardens
and show it's soil
so I can place my feet upon
and let my roots dig in deep
to stand firm against ravage winds
and blow a kiss to paint black
the mountain mists of Apollo
I will gather strength from ten suns
to stretch my arms in empty space
and bare fruit,
candent fixtures of Venus
into cherished winds,
newton bosom to fall
with every letter spread
and every word sown
I am planted well within my zenith