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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


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