All the varied paths leeways and sidings
                                  resembling the architexture of trees

their brown hunks kernels and buds

green leafy sprouts and branches 

their leaves  --  curious

and stout limbs

seemed the Art of their improbable way

but there comes a time when one can no longer sustain or satisfy themselves

standing back

looking at their progress

as if what they saw

they could still regard as progress

as if someone treading water in the middle of the ocean

so they do not drown

regards it swimming

the Darkness approaching

is not the Sun going down and the Day coming to an end

 

this approaching Darkness has been coming for years
End on End
 

and End

is not what they want or are looking forward to

       

they want a Sunset

they want a Dawn of a New Day

that Day most everyone else seems to cherish

without regard that they are cherishing it

Ignorantly

they wanted to be blissfully ignorant again too

but unfortunately that would be impossible

because they were the Tree

and not its Shadow

1614,  Monday,  13  10. 14

Thank you Mark Linkous