ただいま



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Far deeper in gross wood
than axe could cut
Battle however I would
to break through that patchwork
of leaves' bicker and whisk in babel tongues
streak and mottle of tawn bark
Now, snared by this miraculous art
I ride earths' burning carrousel
day in, day out

~*~

Following a faint stain on the air to the river’s edge,
do these weeds know me
and name me to each other,
have they seen me before
do I fit in their world?
I seem separate from the ground
and not rooted
but dropped out of nothing
casually
I’ve no threads
fastening me to anything
I can go anywhere
I seem to have been given the freedom of this place
what am I?