Metropolitan Roots

Factitious mountains crown the plains

Yersinian symptoms sprawl like blains

Inversely proportional is kin to ken

The mature [Greek letters] became like men

I call the blacksmith not to fade

Reside in patience on 11th grade

The iron era is yours to win

Mount the skylines an spawn your kin

Adamantine flush affects all veins

It is no longer mortal life that reigns

The magma core inside the termite hill

The gift of matter is open still

Downwards our deeds aspire

Upwards is our mind's desire

Sidewards through eternal shadows of blue

Backwards into blur without any clue

Down below the marrow's arid crust

Earthly veins get parched by rust

A hidden apprehension's germination

The final seal if man's determination

The more, the closer - the marrow got rude

An odd magnetism of solitude

While identity is made by alien reflection

I relocate my dot within the matrix section

Urban rooting without population

A thousand strangers called "population"

Lone wolf temper within scores of sheep

The pool we're drowning in will never seep

So I long for the roots of my city, so I dig for the origin ground

Where the lupa proved the triumph of pity

Lies a reason for that place to found

Birth-giver equals live-taker equals peacemaker equals god

Bone-setter equals life-fetter equals root-digger versus god

I will cure the plague by now - I will find myself somehow

Let me set this world aflame - down is up and you're to blame