Eyes are the root of all knowledge

From whence did the need begin
To feel each word from far within

From the slow lift of infertile lips
In the midst of each solar eclipse

As sweat trickles in a jagged line
Prickled skin on a withered vine

Not in the silken flesh so desired
Or the pre-requisite dance required

Beyond the skin, the blood, the bone
The song, the walk, the fear, the moan

The root shall be once again discovered
And the source of life will be uncovered

Erroneous belief mine own eyes can see
Instead of immerse and nourish the tree