All these limbs and all these leaves, sprouting from the soil of a great harmony. A desirous pull toward what is free. Amongst those limbs and amongst these leaves. This blessing of life everlasting. What does that deep murmur say? Fingers pushed into the ground. Roots meet my touch. Listen for the Earth's sound. Oh, great harmony, my body an earthen shrine. My mouth no longer speaks. My eyes are swollen blind. My breath of moss and peat. Vines wrap my blackened feet. Take me down with you. My body blooms anew. My body blooms with you.