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BURN YOUR BONES

I’m looking at the trees because
That’s all there is to look at
Existence non-existence, beauty
Is beautiful although their bare.
The sun shines through the naked
Branch and lights up my day.
It and I keep reaching higher like
A bud does in blue/grey sky.
I hear the blackbirds out there
Cawing nurturing nature’s way.
I can see the bottom/top today.

Nature has its way of showing it all
It throws a coin, nearest to the wall.
It shows me I have won just like
The blackbirds caw, there’s food on
That their soil, nourishment for
Another day to feast not to toil.
Roots they make me stronger
reach down ever higher, you
can burn your bones on this
funeral pyre.


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