Plant Matter

Dried up weeds and a pinch of grass, pinch of grass

And a rock gone sideways, pinch of grass

And a tuft of flowers, bumble bees, rain drops

Where am I? it doesn’t matter to the spider

Inside, windows, cobwebs, floor holes

Bugs on floor boards go to and fro

Frozen fingers, warm socks on toes

Who am i? it doesn’t matter to my own clothes

What’s it matter to plant matter?

It’s not for me to say we pass the time and speculate

When people talk about it’s just a matter of the heart

I’ll wager that our oozy blood pumps don’t care how conscious we are

Circles, cycles, make lists, check off

Where’s the pliers? tasks splinter off

Dust falls, dusk falls, things fall apart

What am i going to do with my tomorrow?

We doubt ourselves, i’m running out of cells to power everything

Lay down your sense of self, how are you going to help anything?

We doubt ourselves, i’m running out of cells to power everything

Lay down your sense of self, you will not go to hell or anything

Lay down your sense of self, you will not go to heaven, i don’t think, do you?

I don’t think too good

I’m not sure we could

I don’t think we should