Words of a world, strange though wonderful.


So long I've rested beneath the soil,

hidden from the pen.


A cold blanket of rock and earth immure me.

A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.




My waking head tilts;

parting the walls of this prison.


The metaphor of my body splinters the coffin lid;

cleaving the earth above.


No more silence…


this voice shall fight its rasp.

Fused eyelids shall part.


A seed gives birth deep within a crevice,

its new form crawls to the light.