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2005-07-18 - revisioned
you don't know what it's like no, you have no idea to go out for a hike and return with no panacea it's like putting forth your fingers while supplication lingers till face down in the dirt you rip grass from the earth and churn inside your soul losing self control and then it's back to this a life where I exist among the Laodiceans along the banks of aeons rivers without end snaking round the bend toward their destinations terrestrial divinations deep into the earth matchless in their worth recussitating renovating irrigating in their grading... mass production greed invading understating all their raiding must I be a part? erosion of my heart must I stay in town sink into the ground? then I saw the tree the one that used to be in profile form put forth a rebel looking north a sentinel reminiscent prophetically significant so much more than a tree but now much more like me its purpose less defined though fixated in mind a date expired season a rebel with no reason now stripped of what once was as time so often does the tree had lost its shape but there beneath her nape roots staved off erosion an ecosystem explosion animals, plants... revision I went home with new vision
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