Rootless

Swept, away like the pods of cotton
Through the labyrinth of time and space
Flyeth me, the Web of spider eternal
The carnage of carnal instincts let free. 

Taste me, come and dwell in me, with me
Find what's within. And without. And around.
Spit me out if I taste not well! Says a pod in flight,
And far it went where the wind took her. 

Green. Aren't you green now? Does it make you irk?
Sure you've seen me - flying in the past of a dream
I can, you can't, you never would.
For I'm rootless, the pod, in and out.