Still standing
generations move
tendrils like roots
where is Earth
in the growth of a tree?
10,000 years some say
overestimate
rotten wood feed
fear for fallen
crib notes
cradle of civilization and all
lullabye sleeps
twinkle winkle
RIP
The Verge
The life of a poet as it takes place: A public journal.
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