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Time Evolution
in the midst of time growing rapidly,
Growth Evolving
the smallest cell and seed
Power
Into a giant stone chunk of wood,
Stretching
its mutinous legs
Throughout the soft peaceful
ground of sound.
The life of a wavy wallowy willow
on an ONP hill
Is a long, dark and lonely life,
Standing there all alone,
With nothing but the cold black
demented worms squirming and Squishing between this
Treebird’s lost sad sappy toes.
Bleeding emotionally
Aging intellectually
Dying intensively
So lonely nothing dares to see or
touch a tree,
For a tree is a mere piece of
paper you dare to look and draw upon,
Only the light blue dancing sky
and soft gentle creations
Dare to roam through the
fingertips of a green standing heaven
Above a world that seems so far
away,
Graceful tree bird embraces its
face of intense happiness
For nothing and no one can bring
him down,
He lives alone in a spot upon the
hill.
Away from the rest
Away from the bunch
Away from a life that never gets punched
So sad but yet so happy,
No friends but yet still a child,
No pain but yet a broken heart,
It is only clear now
That the clear sticky blood that
runs from above
Comes from a love that hides in
the wind
Mocking a soul
Of untouched happiness.
Jon
Bollig
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