i've no desire to hide amongst the leafy trees.
although they call and hold my head above the
never ending daylit clouds of ubiquitous dread,
they sing to me with hopes of things that i could not ever
myself to bring.
i'd bask in rays of what could be, and scale a rigid branch to find
horizons ending, daylight dies, in western ways from where we lie;
a curdling, deep, and setting sun upon the souls of mountain wounds.
we writhe and grind our teeth a-feared, as another dawn comes looming near.
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