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.