Fill me with sprouting seed
Until emerald tendrils creep out of my fractaled folds,
And wrap around my writhing limbs.
A wellspring of verdant splendour sprays in abundant profusion from my insides:
Ivy leaves, lotus buds and lily pads,
Along with the brackish mire of the shadows,
Pour out as if I were a mountain
Holding untold secrets
Of darkness and light.