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Life by church of tree,
Heard gospel of wind, Veridian deciple. In leaf and leaving, The offering of life... Take me - in due. Outgoing, inward flux, All to ether, And towards your embrace. Cold but warm, In your arms, resting... A thousand lifetimes thus. Entwine in vine, In green so soft, The ground forth, born... You become I, I become you, We become all. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- What I hope for, when I die. Seems morbid, but intended to be uplifting... I hope i'll be returned to 'her', and that 'she' will accept me.
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