Old Growth 
"Trees stay outside one's thought"
--Robert Creeley
A forest grows between us
Metaphors other inadequacies
Trauma bound when a wild 
Mole the world was
Blind as such and silent 
I touched you there 
Then swelled now dimpled
So the forest fell to sleep 
And saw its double there
It saw its double there spelling
All the alabaster to come
The feathers of down
The feathers loved ones 
Chasing this course 
Cleaving this caesura's course
The forest is a tendency
A force of things in history 
With a little "h" enactments 
And powers if Lear 
Could have just ceased gravity 
If naturans could have its way 
Grace would say farewell
Farewell farewell the forest dispersed
All force the forest solved 
In disappearance
We would lay down to bed 
And the world and breath would sleep
The breath would forget
Kissing you
Animals laying 
down 
to bed in dow
n 
animals without 
history crying re
al 
tears no there 
is real feeling we h
ave names 
the forms of our built a
nd broken 
belief O interior recede 
risk antecede zip 
promise to recover me 
So the forest fell to sleep 
And saw its double there
It saw its double there sp
elling
All the alabaster to come
The feathers of down
The feather's loved ones chasing 
Caesura this course
The forest is a tendency
A force of things in history 
With a little "h" enactments and 
Powers if Lear could have just
Ceased gravity if naturans 
Could have its way 
Grace would say farewell
Our bed disappears 
But we remain 
In metaphors forest confiding 
Our coming allegory.
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