while your cells have firm walls
and mine are soft and squishy,
where you stay firmly rooted
and i can dance around,
we’re kin of the same mother
in our branch of the Tree;
arborous blood flows through us
purring in harmony.
the precursor of volition
lie elaborated in us both
in forms well divergent,
but unified in spirit –
eating, growing,
being, willing,
seeking, meaning,
relating,
respirating,
recreating,
converging with infinity.

and i know that you can’t hear me,
but i hope to make you feel it.
so when i’m in your company,
to myself i shall recite this.