I am buried in blackened soil under this temple.
Existing beneath a crown and bone.
I have drunk blood from this chalice
And now I carry ten thousand years.
The weight is crushing my spine.
A carrier, while waves are crashing,
Breaking me, breaking my body.
As long as blood flows through my veins
I am bound to servitude.
Bound to an existence
Buried beneath the richest soil.
To remain while the temple grows around me.
Below this temple is my body, inside is a vast forest of energy, and above is the stars.
In dreams, I am lifted through the soil and into the warmth and life of the forest.
In dreams, I am existing weightless, drifting over stars through a silent vortex and over gods.