Anna's Parabolic Song for Artisan Procedures pt1 "Distillation"

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Once upon our world
From what I can recall
There was no summer and no spring
No winter and no fall

"What future holds?" Some say
And most, forget "today"
But all we had was "now", there
Not even yesterday

We never thought of time
Or fear sometime we'll die
It was our heart that would decide
If it was day or night

We treated it with care
And had a rightfull share
Of common feelings, love and warmth,
Of sorrow and despair

And it was beating rhythmically
Within our humble home
Inside the tree's foundations
Branches above, our dome

Standing there still and baren
Nesting the worms and pest
Brimming with fuzz only when
Nomads alighted to eat and rest

We shared our daily duties
We both had parts to fit
I'd tell the tales and sing the psalms
Prayed dancing to heart's beat

While she was on the manual side
She loved to break a sweat
Carried the water everyday
Took all that she could get

So she was favouring the ground
Carring for all the roots
While I was staring skywards
Waiting the blooming loots

And once she has harvested
Weariness overgrew
I played sweet tunes with the guitar
While she prepared the brew

Made from dried leaves, seeds and fruits
Grinded along with nuts
With water from the river down
Distilled through her warm hands

It was sour, thick and bittersweet
Tasting so full and round
And after, she could use what's left
To fertilize the ground

Then came the night and she asked me "what?"
I told her "I don't see"
"Why everything in our garden blooms
Apart from the great tree..?"

"I mean, you water all the roots
I'm singing to its heart"
"But its old fingers stay bare and crooked
It's breaking me apart"

She said "I really do not know
Maybe there's too much care"
"But yes, I sometimes think of it
And it does feel unfair"

She turned around and fell asleep
But sleep ain't came for me
Our heart felt somewhat distant
Beating arrhythmically

Morning refused to come
Our tasks remained undone
We tried to fake joy or crack a smile
Hoping to fool the sun

She took the initiative
And down the path she went
She filled her pots after she swam
There, by the riverbed

With silent determination
She came back through the night
She watered all the garden plants
Leaving the great tree dry

Again and again water she did bring
She carried on and on
And while she cherished our small plot
Her "great tree love" seemed gone

And when we had our tasteful brew
I put down the guitar
There was no thanking for our goods
No singing to the heart

It was a moment or a year
I surely cannot tell
But I woke up that starry night
By a tremendous yell

Stood by her side and looked above
Where she was pointing out
And way up, on a high branch
A bud had newly sprout

I felt the warmness in my chest
Came up, behind my face
Parallel to the rising sun
That dawned a brand new day

Then we embraced the great tree's trunk
In repentance, we assumed
And when the first rays touched the tree
The little bud had bloomed

And we have never witnessed
Such beauty in all creation
Watching in awe the flower's response
To morning's salutation

Then, she went to the river
Afterwards, propped her tools
What if we lived a miracle?
There were also rules

Yet, I just couldn't take my eyes
Away from this nature's wonder
Sat in the ground, laid back
And all i did was ponder

"How does it feel? How does it smell?
How does it taste, maybe?
How could I ever reach up there
And hold it like a baby?"

She smiled when i shared my thoughts
Said "come on now, this can't be"
And day gave way to a night once more
So black we could barely see

It was the longest night for sure
To cry out and beseech
For, what is the use of wonders
If they are out of reach?

"Obsession turned you blind" she said
"This garden needs the sun"
"I guess even the miracle
Will soon become undone"

Her voice was raw and thunderous
Brought tears I couldn't bare
Thats when she turned and grabbed the tree
Pulling herself up there

And it was a collosal task
The bloom hang from the sky
Scrapping on thorns, ripping her skin
An act, reason defying

Until she rode the highest branch
And with her mighty hand
She pulled the only flower
And shout out for the sun

She threw the flower down, to me
And started to descent
With aching body and deepening wounds
Struggling towards the end

I picked it up inhaled its scent
And felt alive again
My lips upon its wetness
My fingers down its stem

Although I held the flower
The sun refused to rise
And then I heard her heavy breath
And met her piercing eyes

As she was laying there weakened
Bleeding and spitting bile
Reality came and struck me hard
How could I be so vile

I let "the wonder" underfoot
And runned to her in tears
A being so strong and precious
Being fragile, woke my fears

" Im really sorry for my greed
My urge just fogged my mind
Please now, let me mend your wounds
Let's get ourselves inside"

For once i had to carry
The water by myself
I washed her aching body
And laid her on her bed

But she kept trembling weakened
Her wounds just wouldn't heal
"I have to make the brew or else
Her fate will soon be sealed"

I runned outdoors seeking supplies
Something that I could grind
But the night was so stretched and cold
Garden had mostly died

I almost tripped on the miracle
I stopped and felt so assured
It was this moment that I knew
Why it had occurred

I ripped it apart instantly
Without a second thought
And put in the grinder
You'd do the same! or not?

I used my hands the way she did
While making the holy brew
My palms were burning, I screamed in pain
But I was done and through

Her lips were dry and barely moved
To take the sip at first
But the nectars' taste reminded her
She had to slake her thirst

She drunk it all and without a word
She fell into deep sleep
I watched the bowl at my aching hands
The "wonder" remains, steeped

I dragged myself outside
I took a deep wide breath
I threw the remains on the ground
Right there, where she had bled

It was the pain that woke me up
And the sun that had filled our room
Yes, it was morning once again
Or maybe it was noon

I raised my hand against the sun
Just to be able to see
But all I saw was her empty bed
I thought "how can this be?"

Despite the numbness on my limbs
I walked myself outside
She was sitting silent where she bled
Where I threw the chips last night

And she was holding something there
That grew out of the ground
I tried to talk but she went ..
"Shhh!! you also hear that sound?"

It was a mumbling screeching noise Incomprehensible words
Coming out of this piece of dirt
Scaring me to the core

She held the mud and rushed indoors
And if you can believe it
I think i saw it budge in her lap
It seemed like it was breathing

She pushed the earthenware off our table
To place the clay instead
And she began caressing it
Shaping it like a head

And from it's forehead a tentacle grew
Responding to her haptics
She just kept working with her hands
Looked sensually ecstatic

I felt I was collapsing
Along with sanity
Our heart was pumping intangibly
Chaos and profanity

A scream echoed to the east and west
Reaching far north and south
For now the headlike sculpture
Was given a new mouth

Once upon our world
A breathing piece of art
Inhaled to speak its first words
"Connect me to the heart"

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