There are trees who
envy fire for its anger
There are men who live in
a world of words that
rhyme only with
abandonment.
Until they search the sky
hollowed by hopes
hallowed by heavy hearts.
And find
that all tongues taste like
miracle if twisted
the right way.
And all tongues are
twisted and overworked
until we die
or until
we live
with simple truths
and the lazier larger ones
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