Begin to harvest wood of the forests foreseen…
this splintered wood so broken by the m(f)ight
some Hercules-dressed him who breathes steam when
walking in the day’s light twilighted by moonlit
skies of gesture that
begin to harvest wood of the forests foreseen
as in trees-on against who breathes with citizens
angered by the moon, changing of the tides-
gesture of the skies
that conduct the symphony of life broken Earth
that, dressed in olive green, find a way
how to walk in such ways- the infinite
gestures of the sky that gesture the skies
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