Im nestling into the soil, observing it all A peregrine floats above the clouds I dont know if Ill ever espy the root of it all Still I press my face into the ground, Im waiting for the hammer to fall
I think Im beginning to see the root of it all Myopia gradually giving way The imminent tide leads to restlessness A forest springs out of nothingness
The fear promenading away In its shadow a void Fix my eye to the barren path Where I only remain Im shedding the burden of restlessness To rise from the loam of the nothingness