a seed rolling into a crack
sits alone – discarded and forgotten -
but left only with this exclusion,
it integrates its lonely surroundings,
barren and profane, into its being.

and it offers what it has
to the nothingness
which it is nearly overwhelmed by

taking root, making a resignation
in realizing that it is not wanted anywhere,
so it evolves nowhere
branching out and filling the cracks
of nothingness, accenting them
with its own profanity.

and we curse this development
that we have enabled
through our own neglect
as it attempts to poison
the conventional beauty of men

who do not realize
that we will all be overcome
by this evolved nothingness
and it will swallow us whole
creating a beautifully ugly hybrid.

a ghost town overcome by weeds
and rust,
a mass grave covered with the rubble
of once-great cities,
a baby’s crib filled with the smell
of sour, yellowed blankets
howling of the past that gets tortured
by the impending future

which brings an end
to the life that is loved,
growing before us in stages,
crawling

to the future that begins
with the seed in the crack
(dejected, forgotten)

and resurrects itself triumphantly
as a relic that will not be subdued,
reduced to a tainted copper
by the self-interest of a humanity
that discards its worth.