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THE BIORESERVE


In the Expanse of the Tree
feet slog through sticky mud
damp moss a funeral shroud
blankets branches spiraling
arcing in repose
roots raw long rotten
slumbering giant
I dwell within
tracing two twisting trunks as they
curve away from each other
the Lovers frozen in parting
tangling arms outstretched
toward and away
interlaced fingers dome
cradle the sky above
keep it from me where I lay
sweet limbs years into their own embrace
the wet wood doesn’t care
if I am here or not
everything just is
is beautiful
but is
is terrible
but is

The Stream Beyond the Trail, Where I Picked Up Ten Ticks


Wood Duck Pond/Spring Peeper Pond
a stone sinks in a pond
and I am born
I do not yet know who I will become
what will shape me
how I will end
I only know the water is cold
algae hangs in the sunkissed shallows
and I am nowhere to be seen
my time has long passed
so has yours
our names forgotten
something else crawls the earth in our place
the sun blinks it eyes for the last time and
dust


Field Recording - Birds
Field Recording - Frogs
Merge/Emergence
pine plantation stretches
past the edge of my view
sun against my back
shadows merge and
for a moment
I become tree















