Sprouts coming up through the soil in a small pot.

Boiling, bubbling
Silken strands burst forth from the calm and
steady surface
They reach out to embrace the minds that cannot
free themselves in the mirror,
sinking softly – softly now into the fertile soil
Wordseeds, shells shocked after lifelike journeys
into the whirled cord,
death spasms bringing rolling wavewalls
to challenge, to scorn
Alight! fast vanish
Illumination! to bring steps upward tumbledown
Twixt and timber, rent asunder