I’m nestling into the soil, observing it all
A peregrine floats above the clouds
I don’t know if I’ll ever espy the root of it all
Still I press my face into the ground, I’m waiting for the hammer to fall

I think I’m beginning to see the root of it all
Myopia gradually giving way
The imminent tide leads to restlessness
A forest springs out of nothingness

The fear promenading away
In its shadow a void
Fix my eye to the barren path
Where I only remain
I’m shedding the burden of restlessness
To rise from the loam of the nothingness