They fell the life down
Into chopped woods and words
across the fence
Rose on the other root all over
Ladder asking the axe to task
Against the freedom of space for other usages
For trees can see the sand in the wall
For growing life
Unlike us
We hang our waste away of others’
Their forms and remains
How can beautiful be outside of life
The blood filled vein scrapped out
The root so less than a rope
And the life growing tree
Is a refuge foe of demons
And our mind cannot see
The witch of the self hatching wishes
Against the unarmed rights of others
Not like us to live.
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