When my branches broke off,
And my stump began to rot,
I felt air in my lungs.
And inhaled my inevitable decay.
I dreamed of this day,
I knew it would be a simple process,
Shedding my silk skin,
Growing out my roots,
I would be brand new.
Transforming into this creature I am,
Becoming more than human,
It’s all that I have ever wanted.
One by one my arms were cut,
By the lovers I handed red axes,
Layer by layer my core turned black,
From the cold touch of sad spirits
Sleeping within my heart in the evening.
This was my process.
I chased it with a steady pace.
Today, I rip off the last scab,
Tomorrow I step into the sun,
Now I have no temperature.
Now I am pure.
Now I am me.
Now you will see.