So the ground sprouted feet,
and walked from beneath me,
So I fell upon my back,                       F
into the abyss of black,                          A
And lost that memory,                                 L
The sprouts grew below                                  L
far beneath low                                         E
And still i sunk again.
Concepts of a concept
have left me.

And this is where i enjoy,        
that which is joy.

And this is where i lay,
the base of grey.                                       N