Pick Your Poison

Reformation of Therapeutic Vibration

joy pools at my roots,
to overwhelm the city
we must grow higher
and spite the hungry beetles
that overwhelm the sky

no matter the cost
continue forward
up and over
climbing like the sun
with sturdy stalks

radioactive space surrounds
the cradle of our domain
as we push up the soil
with our mad intentions
and ability to see

no debts would remain
after the final harvest,
but we wait to see
what the earth needs
from us stolen companions