of legendary origin
encroached upon
throughout the centuries
by human fear
   seeking protection
   near some venerable shape

you stand

aloof

   silently balancing
   symmetrical circles
   of roots and crown

patiently oblivious of parks
and buildings made by those
who vainly walk in awe
to grasp the mystery
   in touch, in picture, meditation
   of otherness unmoved

plantlife millenial

In this era of stressed
props, I am sighing.
Lists
and signs
and disagreements
in which prawnbrokers
have added rabid plantlife
in addition to that already
labeled in the corner of the shop.

Often those additions
are at the request
of seers.

The tracks stretch on for miles
cold, hard metal
scratched and worn and broken.

Walking in the middle
each rung my personal foothold.

no one knows I'm here
I'm all alone.

I continue
step by step I near my destination
I see hedges of falling, golden leaves
I see the mud-caked, brown leaves
and the rotten fruit.
I see that one, lonely, silent tree

and I continue.
Staring at the rotten planks of rusting metal.
Listening to the metallic clink of my heals against the slabs of steel
'Stainless', they had said with triumphant grins.
They lied
everyone lies.

The once gleaming ore, now covered in mud and eroding plantlife.
Amidst the gloomy fog,
I find one shimering square of steel
smirking and reminding me;
not all lies are full.

I glance up and find myself back where I started,
Next to the hedges
the mud
the fruit
and
the lonley, silent tree


    and I drone onward

I'm shopping for a gun
Online, cause everything's that
Easy, nowadays.
Everything but
Life, itself.
See, cause I've searched for solutions
For so long, and this
Is where it all leads.
To this website that buys, trades and
Sells guns.
A shotgun,
Is what I'm looking for.
It doesn't really matter what kind-
Not that I know what to look for anyway.
It only needs to fire one shot.
Doesn't really matter how expensive-
I won't be needing money after this.
My final purchase, you could say.
So I'm shopping for a gun-
A shotgun, of any kind
Just to get the job done.
Cause it's the only solution.
I know, I've searched.
It lead me here. It all lead me here.
And it will lead me home.
I'll end up in the mountains-
Far away from my mother,
So she never has to find me.
It's not her fault.
I'll give my body back to the earth,
The animals, the plantlife consuming me-
And my soul will, finally,
Know peace.

encroached upon
throughout the centuries
by human fear seeking
protection near some venerable shape
you stand
aloof
   silently balancing
   symmetrical circles
   of roots and crown

patienly oblivious of parks
and buildings made by those
who vainly walk in awe
to grasp the mystery
   in touch, in picture, meditation
of otherness unmoved

plantlife millenial

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