how does it feel
to live amongst the trees?
to know how all
the branches grow?
to know how all
the branches should grow?
how does it feel
to know you see true?
and to know
what i see, what i should feel?
how does it feel
to see the tree for the forest?
and to carve your name in its bark
in every tree's bark?
how does it feel
to hang upon it
your one-word poetry?
for you to find
for everyone to find?
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