simple thoughts
darts thrown with a chance
to pierce some inspiration
but what can grow
when the trees are
in a constant fall
the earth tugs too much
and water within
the veins and veins of cells
weigh just too damn much
simple thoughts
are flightless birds these days
perhaps frozen at
one of the poles
or scorched in savanna
either one is appropriate
for this death too near
yet still waiting in the wings
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