I propel my all
Into hollowed beauty
Taking honest form
As young roots
Skewering the unknown

Fertile emptiness
Is my daily refuge
The proud pastures
I comb with great care

To behold their might
As towering seas of envy
Lush and unfazed
By a stern and vigilant wind

They’ll bar my sight
From this heinous world
As my lonesome haven
My strength
My sure demise