dara.cv
12-15-2013, 06:04 PM
The supple nude limb extends,
through enriched soil in mottled darkness,
A world that seeks hopelessly,
towards Up.
Driving its drill-bit bore, it mimics the devouring bend of a worm.
Seemingly conscious of its delicate tunneling
but more sentient of an unmindful coercion
towards Up.
Restricted by mealy earth and pockets of heavy ether
it writhes it’s way without expectations,
it’s only rooting ambition is
towards Up.
As it’s upward lick strokes,
The unceasing ceiling of darkness
A new world shines brilliantly hopeful
towards Up.
Unfurling it’s foliage, it mimics the unfolding wings of a bird.
Instinctually guided by the curve of the winds
but more coursed by its willful pursuit
towards Up.
Free to the airy atmosphere of open space
It stretches itself into a green bough full of fresh possibilities.
It’s purpose ever-reaching for more,
towards Up.
As it’s leafy canopy sweeps,
The perpetual base of light
A world beyond reveals its stillness further hopelessly
towards Up.
On that day, it’s stippled wind-whipped wood
resolves to bow down from that infinite ascension
and descends in great final submission
obeisantly to the heavens.
As the bird falls to be devoured by the worm seeking hopefully
towards Up.
through enriched soil in mottled darkness,
A world that seeks hopelessly,
towards Up.
Driving its drill-bit bore, it mimics the devouring bend of a worm.
Seemingly conscious of its delicate tunneling
but more sentient of an unmindful coercion
towards Up.
Restricted by mealy earth and pockets of heavy ether
it writhes it’s way without expectations,
it’s only rooting ambition is
towards Up.
As it’s upward lick strokes,
The unceasing ceiling of darkness
A new world shines brilliantly hopeful
towards Up.
Unfurling it’s foliage, it mimics the unfolding wings of a bird.
Instinctually guided by the curve of the winds
but more coursed by its willful pursuit
towards Up.
Free to the airy atmosphere of open space
It stretches itself into a green bough full of fresh possibilities.
It’s purpose ever-reaching for more,
towards Up.
As it’s leafy canopy sweeps,
The perpetual base of light
A world beyond reveals its stillness further hopelessly
towards Up.
On that day, it’s stippled wind-whipped wood
resolves to bow down from that infinite ascension
and descends in great final submission
obeisantly to the heavens.
As the bird falls to be devoured by the worm seeking hopefully
towards Up.