A tree

Now It seems...

That nothings going...on.

Now I...
I sleep upon a rock, this rock.
this jagged rock with edges
poking...

The skin!

The tree...

of tea that boil with life,

A tree that holds to the earth,

When clowns begin to juggle hearts,
and tasteful fruits.

The tree...

The tree falls and falls but never heard,
with worms around,
all around the trees...

The tree's don't cry.

They make the marks unto the bark...
bark is bleeding,
till the walls fall down....fall down.
Down it falls...down it falls.
The crumbling rock is
breathing....
panting...
tired of this...
tired of the earth...dizzy.

The chase,
race...of thoughts,
and now the the words are singing...
seeping into that ink.

Slumbering dove awoke,
words don't scramble,
words don't retreat.

Treat of the world.

spaced in white....
cased in tight.