Seeds

I needed the darkness, to lay low, my mind a mole forever seeking its spectacles. I had to keep striking matches just to see myself. Earth above, earth below and a little itch of heaven like a flea under my skin. Manhood vanquished all thought of survival. Shallow and deep thoughts inflated my soul with just about the same amount of self-deception. A seed needs darkness, until it knows it has eyes, then it understands that it is the only One, conversely, there are billions of others, some are infinitely branching trees expanding the universe with their visions, most, for a while, remain moles, still looking for their spectacles.