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The reason for lockdown is muddy Bricks stacked in a hole make a room Of sorts The roof is the sky in blue 8bit Infinity framed to taunt a finite life; Two lives - A heartbeat and a tree He cannot imagine the view from above With his neck craned angular all day The only way out is up He gives his water to the tree Leaves only drops for his prickly tongue And when it rains he blesses the imprismed sky and drinks his fill Green flag leaves unfurl Climbing to search the sun But he is brown as the muddy floor Which cracks as the sun rises up with Midday Mayday, he says, remembering the boat in the Aegian - the radio spitting static Maydaymaydaymayday Surrounded by black water The desert stretches on Each wave a fist descending Always a feast of inpotables. Progress of the tree is measured in squints, patting the trunk, whispering lines of poetry - whole passages forgotten How will I escape this labyrinth of suffering Kiss the bark with prayers. Isolation breeds desperate dreams Teeth knocking around his head, falling to the floor He buries them in the roots Have one piece more Grow tall, let me climb The wind answers his words in the leaves Yesssss yessssss
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
The Tree
The reason for lockdown is muddy Bricks stacked in a hole make a room Of sorts The roof is the sky in blue 8bit Infinity framed to taunt a finite life; Two lives - A heartbeat and a tree He cannot imagine the view from above With his neck craned angular all day The only way out is up He gives his water to the tree Leaves only drops for his prickly tongue And when it rains he blesses the imprismed sky and drinks his fill Green flag leaves unfurl Climbing to search the sun But he is brown as the muddy floor Which cracks as the sun rises up with Midday Mayday, he says, remembering the boat in the Aegian - the radio spitting static Maydaymaydaymayday Surrounded by black water The desert stretches on Each wave a fist descending Always a feast of inpotables. Progress of the tree is measured in squints, patting the trunk, whispering lines of poetry - whole passages forgotten How will I escape this labyrinth of suffering Kiss the bark with prayers. Isolation breeds desperate dreams Teeth knocking around his head, falling to the floor He buries them in the roots Have one piece more Grow tall, let me climb The wind answers his words in the leaves Yesssss yessssss
This poem is a narrative about an immigrant scholar who leaves his home on a boat but is imprisoned in a hole when he reaches his destination. He shares his water rations with a tree in the corner of the cell hoping to climb its branches one day to escape.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
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