Give me a green patch and I swear I will grow and sprawl and blossom and spew forth life in the most illuminating array of colors and depths.
I will dig my fingers into the earth and grow them down into the soil like roots. I will tear open my chest, and through the cracked ribs love will flow out like water upon the earth, will saturate the roots, will grow me into a tree so magnificent and so beautiful that the leaves will breach the heavens.
From the top I will look upon the cloud floor and blow a fever upon the wind. I will breathe this fever into a fire and with blood and rage and pain I will burn the world to utter ashes.
When the last cry is silenced, when the last breath of life expired, I will weep from every pore, will mourn the death of this miraculous world, will wring every drop from every green limb, and from this outpouring I will wet the ashes of the world and grow a new one--this time, a world grown from love and the knowledge of what was lost, and not fear of worlds unknown.
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