#11_Test

This is the birth of a forest
not the planting of a tree
For while I may grow crooked and arc toward the ground
a truth, guileless and good, grows in we
to be realized

Amongst these trees of pine, the sun
behind our eyes will shine in its entirety
When it's made seen this experiential separation
that builds the empire destroys the trees

"Stop! Hands in the air
Fall in line,
See nothing, Say nothing and have it all"

I know I'm alive
And I can't have it all



Now People

Woke up today to the rain that lulled me into sleep
That I wanted to last through the day
The wind whistled like a bird with clipped wings tumbling toward
A ground that itself was falling further away
I wanted it to stop in every way

Then I met you in the space before
Either/or

The Forest Primeval