Pardon blood that travels adversely
to the contour of avid growth,
it is in essence an entity that
flows and breathes as fiercely as
one might dream.
It is as the mind in that
it acts on instinct, but
performs a duty in monotony.
Humming and creaking mechanically
about a vessel that it has
been constrained within.
Upon the Earth it soaks and
dives and suffocates - slowly
searching.
It is beauty in the reality
that it may be the sole
being that obtains bliss,
escaping a prison that has
always been dismissed
as home to other creatures.
But short lived as this freedom
may be, such existence of
escape is deemed as terminal to the host;
