Testo Underneath

GHEEÁ - underneath underneath roots embraced by the soil facing the underground water breathing through mould gazing for years into the black that was never so near under the trees down in the grove they're all looking up to see what happens above craning their necks 'til evolution reacts we've had it, anyway we did try our best didn't we deserve some more? didn't we deserve some back door? peel off the bark and wrap it anew just needed some certainty submissive to habit slave to curiosity, to everything but yourself whore to your wish partaking in you force me to be spiritless probably it's only self-pity which makes me imagine this nothingness isn't this what lies beneath? is not this what's fact, in brief?