maybe leaves fall from a tree: under our lives that flourish deep within the forest’s cosmos. 10 billion leaves hang over my head branched out in a dispersing light from mellow shadows asphyxiating me. “I live up there”, said the boy to the bird perched tightly as he said, “earth? what heaven is that to me, boy, which grows as the deadgrass beneath your feet?”Birth sign: Capricorn
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