Anew

The Ground -
the preferred frame of reference of one of my favourite artists,
what does she really see in it?
Is it the comeback, that happens everytime?
Cyclicity?
Isn’t it just another poor substitute for immortality?

How long can a little seed put up the fight?
Which wasn’t even spared at the first light,
The first heat that nearly incinerated and the first cool that nearly incarcerated,
both broke its body until it tore open.

It never stops does it?
If there’s enough water one day,
the air that salvaged yesterday is too poisonous to welcome today.

Acting still helps,
ignorance sometimes tempts,
what now favourite artist?
What is with your ground?
Is it up for it?

I’m breathing in smoke,
I'm dissolving in pesticides,

Who’s gonna salvage us tomorrow?
It would be better if you can come up with something capable of saving lives too,
before i welt and bend backwards,
to kiss crushed dandelions a final toodle-oo...

I don’t want to be frozen and get burnt yet again,
don’t want to start anew.

I'll give it my all;
all of my dues to the dawn’s dew,
for I don’t want to start anew.