The Source

It has nourished

From its seedless fruit

Open, Empty.

It has built

From concrete foundation

Expose, Cracked.

It has deepened dimples of smiles

Radiating all its warm energy

Uncover, Cold.

It is tied in ropes of unending trauma

Used to surviving

Reality: wounded, barely breathing.

It is unknowingly thirsting

Unknowingly burdened with infected wounds

Never contaminating, only gracefully giving what is subconsciously yearns to feel

Feel, yes feel

When last did it indulge in such privilege?

Light years

Change

It knows

It needs