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Intro
02:11
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Wherever you stand you are at one with her.
Simple, elemental, pure.
Words,
Ideas,
Concepts;
They are all meaningless…
Or meaningful as you want;
As present and real as the sky is ‘blue’
And the stars are pin-pricks on that horizon.
I am that tree you pass by,
You walk by,
You sit under.
Who's leaves you kick,
Who's twigs you crack,
Who's dappled shades obscure your view.
I don't make meaning of my standing here.
Not an energy centre,
No symbol of love,
I just am.
But in order to just be,
I need the basics.
Substances and elements
Which sustain me - YOU.
And these you take,
You change…
All I can do is be
Standing.
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2. |
Earth
02:36
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Shadows skim,
Skin shreds,
Strewn across
The forest floor.
Roots curl
Over,
Searching,
Under,
Seeking,
Toe-tips of life
Fearless in search
For the science
Of sustaining.
Mercury -
Messenger of the gods,
Touches tendrils
With a warning.
The silver substance
Slithers around,
Seeps under my toes,
And has a statement without rhetoric;
Overwhelms the place I call home:
We have control.
Control of your soil,
Control of your roots,
We have control.
Control of WHAT?
Of my mother’s womb
Which unasked provides all I need
Without manipulation;
What covernance is this?
Unasked change
To force creation,
The mask of plenty
Covering the greed.
A war that will start with dried roots.
Hearts of pig-iron
Extracted that will never be
Valiant sharpened blades,
But will end in a slow demise.
Death at the hand of cowards,
Slow administration of poison;
Intent to kill.
The grass is dead at my feet,
My foundations begin to erode,
Nature’s building blocks
Becoming hardened into singular objects
At the hand of man;
That speak of black and white
That speak of narrow minds
That show no compassion
That can never truly entwine.
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3. |
Water
04:43
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Pattering,
Scattering of raindrops,
Volatile molecules shifting in their cocoons.
So seemingly innocent.
Transparent purity.
Apparently.
Apparently bringers of life these newborn drops,
But their contents are contaminated,
Protecting an offspring addicted
Unknowingly,
Nauseatingly
Hitting my fragile palms,
Chlorophyll surrounded by veins,
A thousand needles that should bring life and flow;
The science of sustaining.
But these points are not clean and full
Of just the calcium and magnesium that you humans need.
Acupuncture with acidic tips
Drip,
Drip through the shade
Where they hit the soil,
(Bare from strife, … (toil))
And into the depleted ground they soak
To my toe-tips
Which scrunch in shock
From the S02 and nitrogen,
That acidic concoction
Burning skin,
Singeing hairs,
Xylem braced,
Climbing … (stairs)
I am that tree you pass by,
You walk by,
You sit under,
Who's leaves you kick,
Who's twigs you crack,
Who's dappled shades obscure your view.
I don't make meaning of my standing here.
Not an energy centre,
No symbol of love,
I just am.
But in order to just be,
I need the basics.
Substances and elements
Which sustain me - you.
And these you take
You change
All I can do is be -
Standing.
Osmosis. According to our dear friend, Wiki, is ‘the spontaneous net movement of solvent molecules through a selectively permeable membrane into a region of higher solute concentration in the direction that tends to equalise the solute concentrations on the two sides’.
In other words; sharing.
Water equal between my arteries
And the surrounding mulch,
But I have to filter out
A concoction these cocoons
Have bought to our doors.
A mother I to take on
Her teen’s newly formed habit.
To filter and shield their need to believe
There’s more to life
Than Pie R2 and grammatical rules.
To feel the toxicity they believe deserved
To cover the mundane,
The strain of unarticulated wants
And needs
And feels
And pain.
Being a tree I sense perhaps nature and biology is nurture in disguise?
I don't make meaning of my standing here, and yet I’ve absorbed the poisons you’ve left behind.
Nature, perhaps, at its prime.
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4. |
Air
03:35
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The wind blows upon me,
And I wait for the breeze to pass,
Beneath my leaves,
Where I breathe to help life last.
Wind comes with the rain,
Fire burns up the earth,
Wind comes with the rain,
Fire consumes me.
Your stories a prison,
As you lie in your dim, dark, past.
My stems are made
Of stars and accepting love.
Wind comes with the rain,
Fire burns up the earth,
Wind comes with the rain,
Fire consumes me.
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5. |
Fire
04:45
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Dried corpses
Half-perished,
Ripe for their cremation.
Heat starts,
Warmth wraps
Limbs in flirtation.
Crackling,
Sizzling,
Energy unexplained,
Fingers surround,
No longer a welcome glow
But forced submission
Against emission,
Subjecting my mother’s home
To more of the same.
Poison in air,
Parched ground below,
Unsustaining,
Uncaring,
Undoing,
Unsharing.
And yet all I can do is be
Standing
As I burn from top to toe.
And yet all I can do is be
Standing
As I burn from top to toe.
And yet all I can do is be
Standing
As I burn from top to toe.
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