The Embrace of my veins and my heart
has tightened.
Arteries wrap around the red flesh
as would the vines of a ****
-around the trunk of a tree.

I feel I have become rooted
in the rotting Earth
while my branches grasp
for the impossibility
of fragmented clouds.

My empty blood travels
-in hues of violet and indigo-
through the imprisoned tree
that is my Body.

I reach both extremes
but I am never satisfied.