THIS   tree is his own heartbeat,
 it's dark orange leaves fall wet.

COLD earth is his own footsteps,
envied,   the faint hills he stands with.

BLIND mountain sits down, crosslegged.
He won't allow them to fall..

	  unending
	  unfailing
	  unyielding
	  undying
swaying	   still
swooning	   still
swaying				still
  stopping			still

 ...   ...			still
  ...   ...			still

	...		...		...

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