An Arboreal Nightmare.

There above on the hill

a framelss instant 

clouds roll in the sky

flowers dot a random matrix

beauty is quiet

 and foreboding.

Time passes beyond my reckon

shadows dance against the grass blades

night day night day

eons in a breath

and the hill remains unchanged

 and pain in silence.

Looking down I see myself

Lovely is the morning dew

The saw bites 

but never gently

 and slips I into the dark.

 

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