Like Vines We climbed out the windows to reach the sun, Pushed our fingers Into mortar, dug down and found No substance there. We wriggled our toes between bricks And they crumbled, Dust on the heads of the people passing Far below. We stretched ourselves towards that heat And burning light Until the world flared white before Our eyes, And something wet began to flow Across our skin, And from our blisters, something new Began to sprout
