from Not Without Tree

By | 1 March 2015

/ Distends
along a carpet of grasses; solo tree swept at,
It is not what
But that afar draws upon
Slowly
No mantra
Elemental
Nothing bled
It grows by what it can
I did not dream an angel
But saw by tree
Its figure
The rut of beast
& all that we
Cleave
Leaving beside
The spilling
Furs
The only magic
Glister of felling
Cry

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