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