E=MC2



I can watch this all day.


The sway of my breath, As it draws in vitality. Gracing the crown of my head, With bright amber thoughts.


I transform.


I organic machine, The perfect vehicle to create.

To turn matter into energy, Energy into movement, Movement into art, And all over again.


I cyclical being, With a circular existence. I pray that these roots may grow, That this chest may swell, With a drive to create a new story come dawn. I pray to the earth that someday, I may find my way back.

And when all this sunlight, Has been turned into ripe fruit, Then I ask to be laid bare.

May the wind whisper my memory, Amidst torrential rain and thunder.

May the earth use this body, To fuel another’s existence.