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the witness
am the dead tree at the hilltop
a relic
atop the dune
distance
irrelevant for me
for mirages
blur my rune
i see sea
and shifting sands
witness countless
drowning hands
amidst the waves
and on land
am the dead tree atop the hill
have an existence
and no free will
some see a pretty picture
of art
in truth
not much
else.
blue skies
or grey
or the mist from
the ocean spray
change me
not much
am the dead tree
atop the dune
a bare witness
of sun
and the moon
and going nowhere
any
time
soon
_
am the dead tree
atop the dune...
~
Published 25th Mar 2022
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