.Flow.
No constant form. Shapeless.
Currents charged through my – Homeostasis.
Voltage amplified by my liquified matrix.
Tasteless. No nutrients but Vitally basic.
.Flow.
Barricades are Parades.
Slither and slide, A path will be made.
If trapped I'll Escape
Flutter and float. Natural escapade.
As time passes, gasses escalate.
A morphed state elevates.
Majestic... A dove in a way.
White wings span the sky.
Winds influence flight.
Suddenly... Boredom arrives.
My companions and I...
Can not rise.
Each of us light. Ethereal.
But combined numbers are surreal.
Congested afloat. Such a quenching thirst.
Parched throats drenched and submerged.
Life cycle. Hungered vegetation.
Fueling mankind alike without segregation.
Wasteland, musky and muggy..
Sweltering heat beaming from high.
Boiling sun streaming her pride.
Gleaming outside. Vapor I rise.
Chapped lips cracking in spite.
Solid and cold. Morphed state.
My sweat's sweet nectar for your taste.
Sip of my blood. Natures son, mother, father and seed.
Regarding birth, which came first, Chicken or Egg?
Neither
Without Me...
Child of Nature