in a bed of green
the vine sprung forth
grappled with air that surrounded it
the vine desired to sweat
to show the world it’s insides
but couldn’t
it was trapped in it’s own creation
it’s original seed
already contained the vine’s path
instead
the vine exhaled its own air
and contibuted to society
it’s silent gas was it’s sweat
and expressed it’s inner self
while it tried to escape its destiny
the vine grew
twisting around other predestined plants
and stretched out to the heavens
panting and absorbing it’s surroundings
it could only breath
the vine’s breath was choking itself
there was no escape
the vine decided that it would not allow itself to contribute to society
it began its retreat
and shriveled
but even in its shrivelling
its remains fertilized the earth
it could not help but to contribute
the vine could not disappear
once it had recognized itself
it would always be