when i woke up i felt all the remoteness under my feet come alive the parasite nerves in this slouched child scream their fears of being forever trapped arms buried deep/raked/tilled like this soil we carelessly planted trees or charms growing/dying we carelessly planted with fruitful arms not at all pointing together conducive no more wrapped tightly and obselete rotten arms imbue this cocoon a layer of shame like these wings maybe i'll have the heart to fly