So maybe I will
Stare into that tree-trunk,
How woody and dark
Looms your great bark
Maybe I will
Sever those mighty twisted leaves
How you rustle shamelessly,
To every whim
Maybe I will.
Perhaps, I will forge a spark,
Within your melancholy bark
In bottomless hope,
In an insane need,
Of that unknown sound,
Plunging forward then seeping, down in you,
Filling a beautiful void,
And rapturing anew
All inside you.
For no one shall ever know,
How far the unicorns go
It is forever now,
What is tomorrow.
Can you tell me,
How the Waters flow
Can you guess?
I must know.
The Tree-Trunk Snores.
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