flower : tarık günersel: 01122001  
 

 

 


-a poem to read upwards

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a hand
what is that
something is getting near
the inner me
my heart's opening
(whatever that means)
"a flower!" says a voice
flourishing
i'm opening
further n' further down
the soil is down below
n' hot
it's yellow
what's that shining ball
i'm growing taller
this is metasoil
i'm beyond the soil
am i beyond
what's this place
where am i
o oh
nothing
not a single thing
n' there's nothing beyond
but i'm part of soil
am i changing
what's happening
there's no way out
i'm having difficulty
some moisture's attracting me
but why am i reaching up
this is the fact
this is a fact
i'm in the soil
ha! metasoil!
metasoil questions
is there anything beyond the soil
why am i reaching upwards
where am i going
soil is infinite
i'm part of the soil
soil