Who am I,
enbedded in the grains of Jupiter's crust,
Where the grown becomes
a foetus of decaying wombs,
With roots driven past my curls.
What is my name,
Why do I lay on the greens of solidity,
Where my paws gives life to a new creature
I a child of the depth,
A depth known as the mother of all mother's,
A depth of cage and death...
Someone tell me who am I?
Tolathapoet ©
(Written July 12th,2019)
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