The Tree
stood
gnarled
because of the wind
at the top
of the mountain,
bereft of glory
Mt. Everett and not everest
Shall the keening
cease
when the stars coalesce
into the abstract light
of voids
Cross the eons
when will it end
drumming along
and nary a snicker
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