I am a rock.
I glued my rusted roots, my spine is used to bear fruit - I am rooted
But you are not, you cocooned my blooming womb
I am the fuel – seducing, introducing, confusing you with truths
But you don’t really understand these tools
Push push push me away - I will wait here for you
Push push push me away with trembling hands coated in glue
Push push push me away - you’ll come back on your own
Push push push me away and I’ll sit here calm, reposed, exposed
I am divine
I am the light inside you
But I am not mother and god
I am a rock.
I am the glue.
I glued my shredded heart, wept for help
but your speech was slurred and you refused to watch as I
pulled myself together
In your flitting fleeting eyes, I only shine light
In your flitting fleeting eyes, I preach these seductive truths
In your flitting fleeting mind, I’m crucified, bow down, look up
In your flitting fleeting mind, I bear the fruit
Now, I am a backbone
I am a spearhead
But I am not mother and god
I am a rock.

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