do you know (i believe) you are a dendrite soul
(i know we are all) searching for fixed (but where have you found any) points
of reference, (to grasp with your branches)
troubling this rooted bundle of nerves and
deciduous heart to make a firm decision
to stem the sapling flow of fears?
what patch of earth can satisfy this surging force of life which strives?
oh to be (but won’t I collapse)
in the plot planned for
(this exact earthy moment)
my very soul