Your roots run thousands of years deep
whether you’re proud or not, I haven’t heard it through the grapevine
but I see you sitting still on this rotating axis mid-bloom, rising to my height
rising with the Fahrenheit
Look across, I’m with the cacao trees
growing yet again, dying off yet again
resurrecting yet again, growing, again
on the same soil, we know the flavors of dust after biting worse
we are neighboring streets but parallel worlds
we are all closer than magnets can fathom with tempers of exploding atoms if ever pushed that far
What would it take for you to see through my eyes?
Well, could you race a maze the shape of brain creases and make it from start to finish in the time a fading wick will diminish
but I’ll show you the routes
put your heart in my compass and unlearn the pillars of your thoughts for a moment
I’ll lay a darker foundation for you to build on,
only for a moment, a sec, a yoctosecond
and you can return to yourself
Look me in the soul
spit your lies on the asphalt
exhale the truth and nothing but
even if it burns on the way out of you
it hurts me too
But it’s just the air I breathe. We adjust.
Like mother Earth, we adjust and keep growing, keep growing, keep growing, keep growing.
