Roots And Tendrils Of Our Existence

there is a seed
beneath you

it grows
and you feel it coming out from your mouth

and anus

from your mouth is the tendril
like some form of a hand

and from your anus
roots
spreading down to your feet
trying to make you still
fixed

the tendril stretches and multiplies
and tries to reach the skies
it is pulling you
making you envious to the wings of the
black bird

meanwhile the roots are getting stronger
deeper and
fierce in the silence of its
goal, always, always to fix you
and make you
feel a prisoner of this
earth

two things, two contrasts
between all these

the heart, and now you must choose and listen.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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