Most days, I lay in trees to watch the world
Most day, I witness our better half
Somedays, I'm disillusioned
I fall off my branch and tangle in sedge
Do you walk past me?
Do you walk past my open hand?
Today, our roots wrap, intertwine
In the human pool of
Ignorant, self righteous, dogma
May the years grow our sentience
Deepen our pith
Elongate our spurs
To which i hang on
We're all hanging on
=joey
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