Root Cap

what a root grows into

nothing ignites the wait that comes with the wake of sleep
for no fire can burn away what even light needs to see

the dark

when we wake from sleep we embrace what inflames dream
this surrounding a sacrifice to what in time will immolate even sleep

what lives?

beside embryos there is a lot to be said
about “reproduction” not the least of which is death

& beside this?

sleep that burns away the fire all death is pregnant with

a planet

year end nothingness

what is it that waits this way?

not death. that waits in the green annulus

& not sex. that wait wastes cambium

i think the wait is the way we sleep

—in the dark a fire that waits for trees

dirt

fire sleeps when seeds wake
& fire wakes when sleep
the "beneath" all seeds give way
gives way

if the eternal becomes life to “become” is without that which eternity seeks or that which birth brings—death, this “void” between, itself becomes—yes, without life & without eternity

in night an owl in flight

the without