Seeds

You suffer this moment based on your past
as if life could not be controlled
and we felt things we could not handle

the inheritance of people whose feelings made this world
everything we fear
and are becoming

You suffer this moment based on your past
because you are the foam on the crease of an endless wave
the Big Bang still opening its arms
swallowing nothing with complexity
with matter
searching for itself in words
in images
in love
in the moments when you suffer and are reborn

Memories filling your cells like fire
reminding you of what hurts
until we’ve had enough
and we start to turn the world
like manure

waiting in Time’s pastures
as if we are not cogs but seeds