Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Fairy Ringed Trees

It's the fairy ring of roots intertwined
all trees born: maternal manifests
of youth's time
(underneath;)
Bound without, yet
beyond permission-
To interwoven, dependent-state(d)
existence.

"I'm sad, you can't have tea, Mom,":
the ignored interjection.

I am sad, too, son.

Maternal beginnings
trump the emotional entitlements
had by Maternal Givings:
As though what feels most real is in the mirror,
the me I was before,
staring back
at all that I came from
The reflected I and all before:
the what the present lacks-
locked in wallpapered-flat:
perpetual, dimension-lacking past.

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