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Komorebi
i Trees A kaleidoscope cathedral rustling, hustling life-light into every thinning limb. Earth-emblems embalming every rogue marauding cell in resin. Violent poppies dripping blood-petals on never-ending war. Wood knots are eyes, never closing. They must close or shed tears against sear of sunlight, the coffin of night, as tree-pillars confine, toughening with time to bar the light. ii Escape A prison break of glints and tints yearning to move above and beyond; the body sinking to soil as the soul absconds to slip like a wraith through bark-bars of shade and glide through glade; the woodland warm in its cloak of oaks. A liberating light show shifting through sparking trees and the filtering light waltzing with whirling leaves performing a forest floorshow that frees with ease. iii Sun Lifting from ground into lilting light and a choir of cricket sounds; sprites of sunlight dancing and darting through leaves lasered by rays; lifted above and beyond into spark-gilded haze... A sun-stippled urn that's destined to burn, pain dissolving to ash in the furnace of gold. The spectating sun splinters to a thousand little deaths, orgasming shimmers as trees shimmy their last leafless breaths.
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