To New Beginnings
Let the mind take over the body.
Allow fresh air to come rushing to your lungs.
Breathe.
Begin.
Soaked in the smoldering sun I see you,
The beads of sweat drip from your porceline skin,
They stain the soil before you,
The ground resembles an inevitable sin.
I notice roots take form under the gravel,
You look over to me confused,
They grab you and spin like space travel,
I am oddly amused.
No longer do I hold onto your grapple,
The force between us has dwindled to none,
I taste the last sweet bite of my apple,
What is done, is now done.
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