Of shadows

in the shadows
of the forests

I plant my feet

in hope they

grow like roots

to travel the

underground

the dark damp

where worms

feed and rock

melts in water

and in time

in the shadows

of the crowds

I raise my arms

in hope they

grow like trees

to see above

those around

the hollow mass

where worms

feed and souls

melt in boredom

and in time