Fear of Potted Plants

Damned introverts, never look into your eyes. Deep, so deep, spreading sedition through Roots, famed underground network. At least with the trees, they have their heads up in the sky. It's a proud failing. They show their strength, their bark . Potted plants are like scheming children, smug in the careful hands of their proud owners. Or on windowsills, waiting to topple. They even tremble...

There is fear of spiders, of physiognomy. And there is fear of great secrecy, of veins on the leaves that are the lines of your life, of the sap in the veins that is the fever in your mind. Time to take a breather. Turn the leaves of your book (but look, the book has grown flower