islands?
    highly likely to be "equipped"
with a "disappropriate"
number of oak trees...
    and a low number
or no number
of pine forests....
or birch tree enclaves....
pockets of
                      the "fatigued"
botanical scouts:
that the birch tree is...

                   islands...
highly regarded as cultivated
and subsequently calmed
by the phenomenon
of tides...

                   ancient oak,
so riddled with being
island bound...
                    any attachment
toward an organic expression:
necessary pharma intervention...
all, and everything
inorganic expression...

                  cultivate
the weapon, to stop the adherence
of people using them...
    once more...
"i'm confused"...
am i? am i really?
so... you're not more confused
than i will ever be?

        i just keep forgetting...
like amnesia or some
sort of summary *******....
you catching the drift?

                  what i really want
to forget:
i am kept being reminded of...
no...
          you're good
with the collateral...
   "damage"...
   one "thing" to execute
the innocents,
     another to blame them...

  no wonder i sleep so well
whenever on the continent...
in england?
   the scent of pine woods...
the scent of birch tree enclaves...
"too much" oaken forests...
"too much" referneces
to antiquity...

        sodden-load-of-*******...
heart-warming grunge rock...
   or as some would like to call:
the general fatigue of fame...

no... i still don't know why
the irish would reference
romans,
not being conquered...
  why would any german,
deviating furthest north
     from the Danube,
celebrate this, the latin encoding,
why would the Pomerenian
folk feed a necessary,
celebration..
with remotely the example,
akin toL
               adalbert of prague?

coming to a people
"without a past"...
            limbo-god-craft...
deference:
                 honestly?
i don't even know the name
of the saint that coverted
"my people"...
   i hardly feel incubated
by
a sorted pass,
that borrows from
ancient rome...
           i am not of a people,
belonging to, any,
people...
              i feel no inclination
to belong to either of the
present past,
or the past in a pressing now:
to be made: past.

  no...
            i'm not englishman,
i am no ******...
at best i'm not even an ancient
greek concept of
a citizen of the world...
right about now?
i'm all,
in understanding the encompassing
role of ronin.