Pristine trap spread gripping network of news ,
swollen, cylindrical, rimmed coiled snakes,
veinlet with tapering ends,
grounded, embedded deep in the underground abyss,
feet balancing , pumping the life source.
Food for air, soul to despair.
Holding soils of immortality.
They have walked with life
with hands in pocket of time,
witness to all truth and lies,
the marks that time scratched on its old enduring bark
tell the untold stories of earthlings.
Roots from which we all evolve,
spread our branches like a tree,
hold fast to the origin theory.
