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a peer into the bole
a stretch
companionable
such tarn makes mountain of the tree
breathe with
breathe through
all because rain fell here once
there must have been a cloud
you know it in your own limb's stretch
let's say truth of tree
and into the namelessness spread
blank of up
as midflight noted
eyes sideways godwise down
every tree a point of Earth
no two days the same
nor moments
peer into the bole
breathe into your own reflection
at last the traces leave me
as all to mulch we go
lightning lives in the branches
here where the sky has touched
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