Heirloom Heaven

Feral gardening: scatter seeds, water, and wait.  

The world that emerges from the depths of a soil darkened with death oozes into sunshine, sprouting legs and arms and eyes and ears that devour light and breathe in rot, unfolding in orgasmic origami textures and patterns that spiral with orgone; the pulse of the hearts drum somewhere in the root-place, neurological networks creeping into dampened dark, reaching into the earthskin.