Sa In Ne
Pull the leafs
of books of leaves and enters
something bet in ween
Watching arms grow like branches
fingers turn to vine
a tree to be
ti in me
weights for nothing
Rooted in the dirt that chokes
upon my flesh
was the tree in the street
an just off the lane
put a pin pain
I'm not crazy
but definitively sa in ne
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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