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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