I Live Under a Tree With Roots In the Sky
I carve and cut my quarters from a cork tree
Intermittently pausing to assess my progress
Young yet yellowing Yggdrasil on the Yangtze
Getting grander but perishing in the process
Good God gaze at this gape and give a guarantee
Don't let me regress, digress, transgress, or obsess
4-17-2020
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