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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

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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

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Field Recording - Birds

00:00 / 01:38

Field Recording - Frogs

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Merge/Emergence

pine plantation stretches

past the edge of my view

sun against my back

shadows merge and

for a moment

I become tree

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