we are

we are but seeds that have appeared

without mother plants to disconnect from

lacking the protruding root to secure

growth within soiled//souled earth


we diminish within our appearance

existing somehow within futility

yet dried to a crisp before death

ever did us part from one another


our root will never reach foundation

our bloom will never see day's light

the cycle starts//the cycle ends

the cycle never stops//the cycle had yet to begin



all of this is air


in and out we weave in tandem

never reaching another's soul


countless days//countless encounters

countless buoyancies//medial discussions


but for one brief moment

we are able to see the sky

just before it falls in upon our heads