A tree
without roots
feels the soft wind
as the totem pole leans
to see
the many faces –
but the dirt
demands an answer
when the earth
falls away
and the sky
screams dark…
like a new moon –
to the rhythm ˜˜˜
of death.
without roots
feels the soft wind
as the totem pole leans
to see
the many faces –
but the dirt
demands an answer
when the earth
falls away
and the sky
screams dark…
like a new moon –
to the rhythm ˜˜˜
of death.
Before the seed of life
begins again.
begins again.
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