Colliding,
spinning upside down
only to be right side up.
Seeping,
weeping,
forever sleeping
The roots
twist underneath
like veins;
how they grow,
into this space,
fused with time,
confessing what
I already know.
The meaning of this,
pure
utter bliss
how it sparkles
Before me lightly,
tiny fragments
magnetic fire
Breathing
in and out
or is it reverse?