a fruitless fat tree swimming in nurtured soil
my mood changes as the seasons go,
Sometimes in purposeful contradiction
The flowers around me flee in dread
for if they remain grounded,
they whither
Thorns and weeds see my shadow as the mouth of abyss
The muscles of my limbs are full of energy
The leaves never want to depart,
even when seasons call for detachment.
Yet, the oxygen i breathe is an invitation to death
Yes, i am lifeless
I am, death wrapped in a mask of life