April 5, 2010
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Toss a dragged head up and out
To greater beams and moonlight blue,
Rigid oaks will cast, glance aback at
Pulling silhouettes, but never let the boughs
Near to be consumed,
Haphazard and thick, its limbs reach, reach,
Over and beyond barked torsos tensed,
Thrown ahead are these blooms for they are brash
And ravaged unlike their make,
This oak, this I, not bending to dark, perturbed never
By its anchor innately formed, will reach forever forth,
So that one day I might palpate greater beams

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