I told the husk,
one day you will be king!

I watch my clayborn child
march to the end of this cycle.

I think I came from a similar cycle,
remember how it felt?

Disconnected from that reaction,
back home, essence muted.

I told the husk,
one day you will wear flesh!

Entropy asked,
viscerally?

I told the infinite,
No fragmentation here.

Field of blossoming eyes.
Pick the best for my garden of poetry!

Threshold all emotion,
these flowers see aura!

Prefer antiquity?
Such symbols are to paint these eyes.

I told the husk,
with these flowers, others think for you.

Entropy asked,
blindly?

I told the infinite,
For the somatic words.

Vine-woven concrete,
the only city I love.

I watch my clayborn child
draw his bow in reverse.