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My Family Tree
a thriving ploom in the garden of life waving in the cool breezes overhanging a cliff roots embedded in the continent of Africa branching into Europe, Asia and the Americas through misguided uncompromising fallacies some of my branches have lost their leaves in the canopies my beautiful human fruit have become so rotten to show any taste of love between themselves forbidden consequently they’ve become shrivelled and dry self condemned to die...why? I’ve been through many-a-forest fires that have wiped out entire species when times were dire perhaps I’ve grown too tall for my own branches because war prunes them into their own dark dug trenches so as my tops suffocate in the thinned poisoned undercurrent collapsing under political instability and overpopulation disease and lack of absolution my own weight supported I’m cultivated for industry but oddly enough not forestry watered by oil then set alight to boil to bear evil seeds by artificial means like weeds exposure from too much sun a mutilated son capable of matricide to shovel my severed lifecycle my soul died a thousand years ago I now only exist in the soil of man’s ego as he climbs higher I freeze in the winter my shade is nothing if not colder each day he becomes defiant and bolder black or white wrong or right day or night dim or bright dark or light to the lumberjack ><><><><><><>< we’re one trunk 08-22-2015 Tbang
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