In response to poetry from multiple beat poets

Trees

The pale rose

Crumbled in the sand

Feverish fairies

Exposed to the elements

Wrinkled books

Lived forever

All floating in an

Ocean of soul

Pety errors

Tears of rage

Brush fires and

Stone fields

Lived forever

Eons after tragedy

All floating in an

Ocean of soul

New continents

Mysterious tombs

Smelling the wind

through the

dead tree

And

Living tree

And

Deathsome tree

And

Lonesome tree

All floating in an

Ocean of soul

Even the better path had

Erosion

But there’s no misery

Only

Beautiful arms

Creating crisp shapes

Towards the

         Light

Their voices are cold

But

They paint their faces

Against the unspoken grief

And the wall of hands

Shining in the sky

All floating in an

Ocean of soul

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