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come down
in the last shower
in
the vine wild wilderness of where
trimming
the tale back to truth
someone
came to grab at
someone
wanted all and more
in
all the years standing
and
weather
this
certain shape I am
just
happens
who
wouldn’t wonder
how
it is we are here
and
enough
this
all-we-see
we
never know enough
must
find
someone
is counting
and
calling it theirs
I
have this place in mind
and
you
and
you’re not one of them
we
so far fallen
in
all the green world
so
we rise
and
we’re the music too
open
your eyes to this one world we have
it’s
all these little wings have sung
it’s
all the blind soil turns
listen
and breathe
and
someone with a gun comes
someone
with a blade
and
want blood
and
never their dinner enough
these
are our brothers and sisters
in
and out of skin
we
lucked out all along
to
have these trees for parents
it’s
only by heart
we
could have come
so
far among them
home
to dream here
there’s
every mystery
we
must witness
but
none as tall as trees
no
one was chosen
we
happen to be
see
them
know
that you belong
open
your eyes
and
you’re free
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