Grow
Sing me to sleep, you
Siphon of morning terrors.
Puh-Pound on my door,
Break the lock I fixed with such clever fingers.
How far can I push you until I smash into countless crystalline shards of ash-dust?
Test my limits. Take the drug of self-intoxication.
Of other-destruction.
Touch the curling, unfurling, glistening green of a life-fresh blade.
See the sun glow right through its veins, framing delicacy with warmth.
See me walking backwards, one delicate footstep at a time.
See my un-future, unfurling into freshness.
See me glow.
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