Weeping knots form crude eyes
Boughs buckle with such torment
Lithe and black from flames cruel lash
Of fates much worse than ending lives
Reams of fated days
Written in the rings
Centuries engrave
Their delighted vanquish of
The lust within us all
So lost in our forlorn
Draconian blight
Of our avarice
Still and unyielding
Cascara glower
The countless eyes
Within static skulls
Tissue seeks entropy
To dwell within this stance
Forever contorted in
This agonising dance
Immovable roots longing to flee
Coveting that which can never be
Beset with spores insidious
Choking out all necessity
Acres of looming limbs
Aching splintered trist
The prospect of respite?
Why must we be the ones who care?
Every moment the thorns endured
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