Entangled with a fragmented soul of stone

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Even about the shards of a broken heart of stone; if abandoned, the jungle will end tangled up the splinters, smithereens and aiguilles of rock that once embodied a vast and coalesced intimacy with the substratum.

The Trees Revere You

When you walk at night,

the moon envies you.

The sun is jealous

when you're awake.

Grey clouds turn to snow

that blows when you go out.

The trees revere you,

for the only one

who can read the water drops

hanging from their leaves,

is you.