Hundreds of feathers feathering down

Hundreds of feathers feathering down.
Each leaf covering the floor

I lift

as sharpening my awareness
The branches remain beyond reach
I pile all leaves on my palms
Trees are lightening their borders
and I am possibly just wasting time.



I will bury all of them leaves
tracing a full circle on the ground.

Everyday

Everyday They Fall,
Everyday They Rise.
Their pace.
Slow to the point of Dread.

Them

One day

everything will pulse livid green

The Sea will fall vertical on us

The Desert won't be a shield any longer

And They will finally take over

Them finally taking over

Every day I wait for them to finally take over.

Every single day.

Every day:

"I fight with the fact of my own humanity.
I fight with the idea that death is the only way of escaping this fact".
Every day I wait for Trees to finally take over.

Them taking over

Just watching the trees and the leaves: this time they won't fall

They will take over

 

 

I have not sinned against anyone. I did not make anybody cry.

I am pure. I am pure. I am pure. I am pure.*

 

Enter now a new Trees Kingdom to come

*The Egyptian book of the dead