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the wandering tree

for now the walking
seeks a suitor
afraid, alone
the wandering tree

forgive the last
forget the censure
be the pain and
open me

give for now
the loose amongst you
better in bread
and wasted true

suits of cloth
and beds on plenty
freighting life’s
eternal do

surly did the maid
upon you
fleeting over traps
and turds

never before
around the twenty,
twelve below
the ocean floor

welling rainbow for honest blooms
fathomed from this sphere
in me

emergent petal, budding love,
splatters burning out
so be

here a core of shielded shrugs
and a clown, beware but seeping
blue

grasping now to feel, as I
need not re-dance
this jig of true

offered again and this time
blank, I drench and drip
above below

turn me, through this, to that, with how
by magic, love to trust
I am

so long I lived illusion
illusion bored with living me

years patrolled the manic lister
never knew I had his key

dashing fever, packing flu
commuting zero, office zoo

distilled at now in present tense
unnerved, belittled, enraged, intent

tragic elastic, here in peace
engorged, bejewelled, enlightened thief

and I for now, travel on time
being my poem of life, line by line

seductive tension
miniature harpoons
fewer strikes to body rising
strands denying
adrenaline
junk
wounds forgive
for fleshy presence
now