A weird poem about writing and how it relates to the world around me. |
-Song Of A Tree- by Keaton Foster Song of a tree Whisper please Bend the wind Break it again Snapping Shattering Idealism I wanna know I wanna be shown The secrets kept Shared in jest Lies upon lies There is no God Not one I accept There is no light Not one I can see Blackness easily bleeds Filling up Nothing defined By who Such a definition Is beyond imagination Song of a tree Standing before me Completely free What does that mean More importantly How does it feel Bound by causality Infinitely grounded A shared reality That I understand Just as I should No one else does Because they don’t see Blind creatures they seem Without clear vision Their judgment is diluted Their truth is skewed To fit the narrative But that is not me I see you and hear you I know your song As the wind blows Shifting your role So does mine I bend If need be I break The weight is equal Each branch supports Such a hellish load Parts fall Downward bound Gravity’s sweet release Tumbling down Into Earth’s abode Forever to be home Within the muck and mire Rotting to feed what’s next Propagation of a species Obliteration of another Song of a tree Increasingly pleasant you seem The sounds you make The belief that I am sure I don’t need Is becoming quite apparent I am just a man Somehow acutely attune I am just a man Listening to certain things That should not be speaking But rather fighting for existence… Song Of A Tree Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |