Mind Seeds
You teeming engulfing earth,
you may have this flesh
it was never mine always yours.
Take it back, farm it out to the worms
grow apples from it or any common weed.
When it thrived it ran on time,
it was clock-worked and highly sprung
suspended above a rebounding energy
but now it turning into food
and all the little hungry mouths
of a consuming soil wait to be fed.
I have this brain still
it is wired up to a creaking puppet.
I can write of things
only a dying brain can see.
I have within me an undying light
a light that I grew out of s single seed
of God
and I am keeping that
or rather God is.
It will be planted again in Elysium
where suns flower new worlds,
where bodies are dandelion clouds
each one a time-machine
for timeless minds.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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