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