..and here is another human
thing
whose goal is to save money
so he can
sit under the
tallest red wood tree
in California
ah, this human thing in us
still rooted to earth
and its
temporary reliefs
its limited senescence
its
temporal attractions
such a relief
i do not have it anymore
i am candid
i am fearless
i am growing the flowers
for the dead
i like the woodenness
of silence.....
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