It flattens me
It shatters me
It shrinks me
It drinks me
Having made me liquid by
Its sheer force of destruction
What has it made of me
I elevate myself
I combine myself
I stretch myself
I solidify myself
Having made myself concrete by
My sheer force of will
What have I made of me
It plants inside me
It sprouts in spite of me
It grows in the space of me
It blooms all over me
Reminding me soft is not weak by
Its sheer force of nature
As I make room for me