Root Cap

rise & shine

in sleep the limiting factor is immortality
because there is none either in death or emptiness
in sleep "scarcity" is wakefulness

ripeness

thrown to ruin we will awake the drowsing ground
once the wind has aroused our fatal stems for the new born
sleep is harvest but for the old it has the appetite of fire

the good sleep

in the common holocaust that surrenders only to the new born
the dead will awake & stand erect—aroused by a radiance
extinguishing what allows the old to live so vigorously

the day

morning

those asleep when awake yield the resistance of being aroused
they rise from dark to endeavor what sleep had extinguished
surrendering not for nothing like death & emptiness survives

the semblances

as common as starlight the radiance of what gets extinguished in sleep
where the extinguishing itself is a fire to illuminate the many spectacles seen before the sun that in passing strikes the wandering one with sight
for only the blind can see that the truth is light

my intelligence

sleep on it

We flood with sleep so a seed of thought may be cast upon the ooze
where the sediment of day yields a pore aroused by the heat of a fetal root.
In our awakening it bears the grass we mow & the grain we thresh for but it seeks to flower by a fire we are blind to. That is why Heraclitus says it is better
to conceal ignorance for by day we labor to arrest what in the dark flourishes.

a farmhand