Stay busy and bloom

Stay busy, busy, busy – take roots

And bury, bury, bury them deeply

Till you’ve seen everything

You’ve seen it all.

You’ve been soil shocked

Pulled up, pulled out, dry and writhing

Making it, and faking it with honesty

Delivering a drop of sun, a drop of rain

Spider comes along and sees it eight new ways

Crawls along my shoulder and tells me secretly

I’ve seen nothing at all.