Chapter 2 inspired, uh sorry it's late I fell asleep

creaking and swaying
groaning on the fulcrum between worlds
nourished and nourishing , leaves unfurled
reaching out and weaving into the cosmos 

to touch the skin of history:
reading laugh lines and scars
gifts written into bark 
recorded and grown over
expanding to fill the spaces
between war, feast and famine 
fed by what is, wi...

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