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first notes towards a
tree
a tree survives so much
these years
grows taller than the day
to tell
and we ourselves see through to sky
tree’s all up down traffic
visible invisible
all magic till the axe
until our fire
the scorn of saw
we call it breath
it’s better
it must be inward of idea
as far down as always up
tree is reaching beyond heaven
tree is delving deep
even in the seed there’s height
and every sky before
there was no word to conjure
but climbed down
first to see
just to see where we were
each alien landing
as othermost we are
every book’s made of
as is the final report on the forest
if ever the old forgiving
this
to walk among them so belong
now we ask
if tree will hold all hearts
what silent standing then to breeze
how everyone plays part
nor is tree occasional
but all day all night Christmas
we were born to it
and all the weeks and months and hours
look up and I acknowledge
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