Branches were sewn together by green
a DNA strand elongating to new lengths
Wrapping around us like Saturn’s ring
Conformity overwhelming as you try to slip from its grasp
Gasping and grasping for leverage
Control is fleeting and ego is panic
But why ?
Would you want to shed your skin.
My palm told me a future
And a planet experiences it with grace
I cut my finger and blood fell with intent to stain
Then I glanced out the window
And down came the rain
A paper plane to show the path in which these thoughts came
Shredded to the wind
They stuck to the earths surface like a chemical reaction to the nearest brain