Crooked Trees
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Crooked Trees
I am sitting on the spine of the land.
There is no sound
Save for a slow rustle of the wind.
I smell smoke and re,
Pain and fear, Tears
And Laughter, and I
Sigh
I have lost the will to dream,
Dance, devour the taste of freedom.
Das of solitude amongst instruments of peace,
!f knowledge, plagued innocence, crum"le
As the wa# of a candle settles.
$et I feel no regret, no anger, no sin.
The are %s, &e are Them.
'easting upon greed, am"ition, drive for success,
&e stum"le along wearing our crooked facades,
Smiles and tears resem"ling emotion,
!minousl cold.
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'igments of our imagination waver,
!ur art, humanit, poetr.
A slap to the face, an apple stolen from the tree,
A crooked tree.
Spineless, mortal, "eautiful.
I rest m pen upon the rotten grass,
Irregular footsteps,
( "ones creak as I "ranch out m spine,
And clim"
The )rooked Tree.