Rootbound

That roots are everything to a tree
And without them, it cannot live.

To take flight without wind
is complicated.
To land without direction
might
be fatal.

Like letting yourself
be loved without l i m i t s—
Well for the soul,
Prison for the body,
Antidote for life.

Only if it’s reciprocal.

Serpent with a trifid tongue,
Venom for the marrow,
Blood of your ancestors,
Morphine love.

In this life, we float dancing,
The weight of our decisions
Deafens our eardrums,
Corrupts our hearts,

Drags us down
To the abyss…

Living is not the same as being alive,
And you don’t live without what you love.
You don’t live in memory,
Nor in reflection,
Nor in the mirror,
Nor in the sky,
Far from the mundane,
From the filth—
Where all seems mystical—

For roots are everything to the tree,
And without them, it cannot grow,
Only perish…

And this one…
Will make no sound when it falls.

(For there will be no one left nearby to hear it.)

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