I. I dream of the forest...

time rolls on

while I stand still

planted like a tree

I don't want to leave the house

my legs are only concerned

with holding me up

rather than walking me far

I dream of the forest

not how to get there

but being there

being of

simply transformed

the origin of the world

dissolving into detritus

will I give birth, alone,

amidst dead leaves

as a bed

no blanket

but canopy

of stars

the comforts of life

do me no good

anymore

I surrender

further more

everything I know I knew

drifts on by

like a cloud

freer than me

planted here

illusion running its own course

I stand I writhe I moan

I encounter only what's inside

let the water run out

let the banks give way

to the pressure they contain

bursting forth

a new river

finds a new direction

reversing the flow

of gravity