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What Did The Earth Teach The Trees? How To Speak To The Sky.

Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger For You Here—poetry.

And Here Am I, Budding Among The Ruins With Only Sorrow To Bite On, As If Weeping Were A Seed And I The Earth's Only Furrow.

As Slippery As Smooth Grapes, Words Exploding In The Light Like Dormant Seeds Waiting In The Vaults Of Vocabulary, Alive Again, And Giving Life: Once Again The Heart Distills Them.

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?