In a deep telepathic sleep I feel my way through Centuries of earth Through dark soil And frozen tundra
I spy the rosy blooms of the future Their carnivorous roots A strange invasion Of resilient opportunists And the farther I go down The more weightless I become
I hear seeds murmuring Feel the breath of soft petals The moist whispers Of tendril and sprig
It's not long before they change color And my dream body awakes That I realize There's sunlight underground And a growing orchard above
