Painting a Tree

It was above me once
greater than anything I had seen before
Arms spread wider than the universe
if the universe is all I can see

A dark stretch of brown against white
splintering off into tendrils like broken claws
like the haggard breath of a thousand lonely faces

A slow rolling descent to madness infused
with a belief in the end of everything being
alright in the end

And the buzz
The twilight of thought and the rampant being
that is to me everything that is to me
nothing like ever before

Once there were wasps and I had to kill them
Once there was nothing

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