Trees floating backwards in perpetual collapse.
Alabaster fingers sprout through soil, gathered tight-skinned pinheaded heralds. Fragile time holders, nibbling at the darkness.
The acorn cups clustered as speakers
Desiccated roots, a field of slaughter
Plastic, pelvic, mud-encrusted
Reminiscent of half buried bunnies
The leaves speak, a plough rutted tongue spiking consciousness flooding forth in sinewy beauty.
Dilated veins, a fountain of colour like mirrored columns.
Taut, motionless yet swaying.
Profundity and simplicity intertwined, like sugar in a hurricane...
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