entity

now I am a tree
small birds sing in me
never need to take a pee
no need of Brie
folly
introspectivity,
a Commonwealth of filigree
from grubs at my extremity
to nematodes hunting darkly,
brachiating heavily
atmospherically
deeply.

now I am a tree –
nudity!
well graced by leaves occasionally
florally
annually
radially
and a gust one day to topple me
and wear golden dishes fungusy
and rings leave shelter hollowly,
marsupially
alive a good brown century
merging incrementally
humus free.

never dance no eucalypts dance;
may ballerina curtsy may cleave to wind –
I will see human types in flames
set themselves, more wild than woods.

now I am a tree
love the mind I see in thee
miss my idiotic mind flea
traded weak lights close to me
for distance fusing brightly
love of nationality
for grasping a geography
multiculturality
for blind subsoil inquiry
far from passivity
sentient graduality.

language is distance one from another
an admission of more than one forest
language is also time away from language
or else we’d have nothing to say:
the death of the word is never a tree
it’s the chattering monkey in it.

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