Tree Poem

Strange sounds reverberating in my ear
       Muffling voices and slowing my pace

Striding, walking, floating freely through gray-blue trees
      Half heated sunlight filling my eyes
      Forest haze gripping my mind

Engulfing and suffocating my thoughts
      Which, like flying spheres of irradiate time
      Have ordered my awareness of separation
      From the intricate balance of the two

Triangular trees.
      The sullen swerve of sky above
      Separated from the virginity of God
      Longing for the totality
      Of merger with these
                Green trees

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