Crawl from beneath your city of moss and leaves, pry your body from earth’s sticky grasp
Show yourself to me, then lead me to your little green scene of destiny and power
I know electricity secretly flares up there, like flowers in supersonic bloom
Exploding with a deadly radiation that I know can give life in the exact same way it can ****
The grenades that fate threw at my dreams from there, I felt the hot sizzle
Something irks me about it, as I think they came from your hands

That folded face of petals which closes in the freezing night is terrifying in its truth
For at the heart of its layers, in the very centre of its icy pollen, words steadily type themselves into existence
One by one, tiny black letters imprint into an all-knowing mass of golden grain
You should know that I suspect you are the one who planted the seed
Amid a song of soft rain, you ripped some of your soul out and laid it in the ground
Distributed your frightening knowledge of everything all over the soil of my life

A raging tornado runs through my garden with the entire evening in its grasp
It’s everything I’ve ever imagined- what I would give to lose my head in its vicious dance
Your face sinks in there, warped by its silver turbulence, but it is beautiful
Although, you cry, with no corners to escape in and no window of clarity to see me through
If I reach in, your spirit might leak onto my own and paint me the palest of blues
Twirl me around you with pure divinity heavy on our hearts, and let me die whole with you.