July 27, 2011
A tree with four holes on each of its poles-
encircled and full of experience.
The lotuses that captured you into unrealizable desperation
led you here, to this tree-
The relief that lifts you up into the home of those with wings.
With courtesy, they welcome you
for they've waited for you to pin yourself against the bark.
Gravity struggles against His strength and of nature's.
The final words that swipe against your lips
lift up with you into the clouds.
The expression that forms on your face makes you wonder whether it's time.
Yet the tree beckons you,
trying to close the circle of life that you've been running around for eras.
The sister and brother awake,
waking at the sight of your disappearance.

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