Tree, knocked from its stand
Piles over a split middle earth

Branches worn by light, spread
Parallel to ground
And poor old roots,
Squirm for soil, down.

Trunk remains a cascading wonder
A courier through interlaced knots,
Strings of the universe,
Between galaxies, beginning and end

For, old tree still grows
In perpetuity, along god’s horizon

09/12/2005

Posted on 09/12/2005
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