think of how patterns are formed, they emerge from within.
think of the rudimentary, the pattern of my thought, how i imagine. rootamentary, rhizomatic. 
the root chakra is at the base of the spine. the root is sore. is it awakening, the urban root buried under, paved over, cracking the brutal surface. i can do this thing, whatever it is. 
what arouses the root and what arrests.
how could there be pure consciousness in a corrupted place. it's uncorrupted.