Birch leaves above the canopy
Flutter in sunlight abluster–
Black, light and newly green, I
Warm dreams cold-stored in memory–
No, not I, not this thing called me:
It is the green, the light, the black,
It is the newly BE, no, no, not ME
That burns this dead world FREE!
The outside force, the godhead farce
Dance, dance, dance in wind and leaves and me
I’ll let you in
We can be one
Together
Undone.
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