Social Sway by Anita Hotty - WordPress.com

coxswing ninemember Musci dies rebirthed predictionsMoistness glistens my blanket body, alongearth rounds primitively damp,flourishing our collective bush.The morning dew yawnsmy every morning stretch worldwideI was born a simpleton,sprouted out mother Mossesthrough a process of separation.Today my day is cool,although somewhat agitated...quite sad actuallyMy protonema beginningssplit me in two too many directions,expecting me to slide one generationinto the ‘appropriate’ oneAs I yawn my stretchI also think ...appreciatemy immediate collectivePerhaps our culturebonds us without necessity for speech?Should I be one to ponderwhile shrubberiesconfuse me with theiruniqueness?I cross rhizoid,a little angrier than lastMy heart is differentiated,sometimes dissappointedand feels failureAlert I am to soundsdripping thier condensed echosI know there are no more separationsfor the process has been doneTRAP 170