hello hardly dawn fly shot
through spit and rise and gone
numb from smile at dead necks
answers taste more like
tranquilizers in mute rainfall
from infinity and come down
tat tat tat on my glass parts
lock wings w/ the sunny
she wanders around
the wet stone i live on
makes leaves bounce
off my warming winter branches
i'm not a tree boy
i'm just a regular tree
leaning towards a distant glow
w/ hope i will die standing
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