Rooted (The Truth Of Us) Poem by Leon Moon

I am the passer by
Drenched in the vessels
Of your desires and memories,
Rooted in those peachy shells
Of your infantile eternities
Passing by....

I am waiting still
In the motion of ironies
That concatenate natures,
Rooted in our father's infinities
Of contradictory statures
Waiting still...

I am living here
Beyond creation's singularities
Suckling scaled royalties
Rooted for my Mother's divinities,
Moulding The Fool's humour and destinies
Living here...


Passing by nature,
Rooted in deception,
Waiting still futures,
Rooted in revelation
Living here within
The secrets of creation
Rooted in all possibility.