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Oak Branch

being Born is still new:
        UP
./         \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops 
      +died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak's branch 
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
      my strange Existence.

:: 03-29-2017 ::
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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