I fought an image I yearned to see
Seeding roots, I prayed to be trees
Feeding them night and day
Growing listless and weary from promises made
A crowd gathered where my remaining root bloomed
Trees weren’t grown, rather a field of dandeli0ns
Flowering weeds spreading at the echo of my roar
Spreading clouds of prayers into the air
Forever a dandeli0n, shaded by trees
Continuously blooming into the person only I could ever be
“The Between” now available.