Time has proved to be a great masquerader
Even when we looked into the future
All we found was our reflections staring back at us
Someone named them ‘tomorrow’
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
ROOT SYSTEMS
THE PARTS OF OURSELVES THAT SACRIFICED SUNLIGHT AS THINGS MUST GROW IN BOTH DIRECTIONS AND ALL AT ONCE OR THE CENTRE WILL NOT HOLD
The hours Are getting tired Watching us run closed loops around them Like a too-short snake Endlessly chasing its tail But it is a hard thing to speak of new futures When all the language in your mouth Was written before your time
When there was no place to plant
Beautiful things
We learnt to hold water in our palms
So the flowers did not die
When there was no place to plant
Beautiful things
We learnt to hold water in our palms
So the flowers did not die
When there was no place to plant
Beautiful things
We learnt to hold water in our palms
So the flowers did not die
For 365 days we sat in mourning
From our own bodies
Gave up water
Planting seeds
Drenching this earth
Waiting
Drenching this earth
Waiting
Perhaps in another lifetime
Even flowers will grow
If beauty can only exist in your childrens dreams
Allow them to close their eyes
Wait
For 365 days our mother told us to wait
From their own bodies
They gave earth
Planted a seed
Then laid their own bodies around it
Gave earth
The next time I walk in a forest
Remind me that it is a sacred altar
On which much has been sacrificed
That night I couldn’t tell which parts belonged to me And which to you I felt hands And did not know if they were mine I heard heartbeats And couldn’t place the source In darkness lines become blurred Things that are whole Might become half of another That which was only mine Might take the shape of your form
WHERE DO I END
WHERE DO YOU BEGIN
WHERE DO YOU BEGIN
WHERE DO I END
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