Soil
The seeds planted by dirty feet
A soil of dreams and tryptamines
Floating hope and imagining
Bodies piled on the banks of ancient water
Burned in a heap of curiosity
They mourn the ones trapped inside
Then journey away from home
As soil for the soles who guide
this intrigues me...I get an ambiguous feeling of darkness and illumination at the same time. I may be wrong, but this seems somewhat devious and problematic but still deliberate and hopeful, like an adulterous relationship leaving bodies and other losses in its wake...
ReplyDeleteIt's a pantheistic premise.Tryptamines are the dream chemicals in one's brain carrying fragmented images planting a seed for the reality we perceive and communicate to others, thus spreading the seed. Soul is interchangeable with sole. A comparison of walking barefoot unintentionally spreading the spore on dirty feet to communicating abstract ideas born in dreams from one soul to another. We each seed the same soil with our soiled soles (souls).
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