Cuscuta - Offering/Growth

We gaze out toward the horizon to see the poison water flood in. The endless rain falls. A call to the flora and fauna. We ask for forgiveness. We ask for forgiveness. Those who cannot speak any longer. We could not hear your calls; we chose not to feel your pain. Now we understand. Now we understand…
Nature has turned its back. Civilization became a parasite. We hope to become feral again. Nature has turned its back. Civilization became a parasite. We hope to become feral again…
Apocalyptic darkness may fall. Though we may fall, we offer our flesh. Decompose into fungal soils, rekindle the flame of life. We offer our bones, from which trees can grow. Once again fauna may wander. Up from the concrete plants will grow.
These fires may burn temporarily, but from the ashes new life grows.
Forgive us…