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On the mutilated side branch I don't have to be intoxicated by the resin to see the twilight of people everywhere in the tree, their cables chopped through the roots their plastics sown in the earth and the sea and to hear the cries that stick in my breath the sadness of ignoring the consequences of what we think we need, oh, how soberly can I live so as not to be complicit?
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
In the tree
On the mutilated side branch I don't have to be intoxicated by the resin to see the twilight of people everywhere in the tree, their cables chopped through the roots their plastics sown in the earth and the sea and to hear the cries that stick in my breath the sadness of ignoring the consequences of what we think we need, oh, how soberly can I live so as not to be complicit?
The tree: the world tree Yggdrasil, the evergreen and poisonous (common) yew (taxus), which can live for thousands of years, the symbol of prana (life force), which perishes (Ragnarök, the Twilight of the Gods) with the supreme god Odin Political satire "Het geschenk" ("The gift", 2025, Gaea Schoeters) Collection "PumicePieces"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
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