and if i come to terms with myself tomorrow from a floating
blur bouncing between dust bunnies
floating ethereal brisk like may to the date I was born into myself
and may in my dissent and return
may in my motions torrents of whirlwind spirals
swirling circular round branches bursting with the
fragrance of musk and dignity, maple and mahogany,
mari-golden magnificence manifests
queen dome hill- omniscient, luminous-
tumbling vines divine pregnant burst bus and fruit buds and luna flowers
a temple sacred keep-tress of mystery mirage in retinal presence
underneath her stem hatched wardrobe archives time and memory
layered sedimentary listening to the wail of the unseen unheard unwanted unknown
tree, that infamous stranger, forever falling, falling, falling
dead before dying, failing to THUMP and never to hit the soil
smack like face against asphalt, faking purpose in the meantime
and that is to say, eternity, as falling is dying state of the sound
remains the echos of leaves maniachaly laughing
resound in my head only my head alone.
coated with
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