Sunday, October 14, 2012

Tree of Ledge

First it erases everything
That was here before it
And then it begins to die
Leaving nothing in the gaps

The secret is in the network
Of roots ripping under
The stones to find water
And then flowering

In another desert and another
Breaking open the planned
Metropolis and the unplanned
Suburban nightmares

Until stars arch a cathedral
Small creatures can traverse
Twig to twig stopping at
Nothing without falling

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