Melancholy in the trees
Oh! Brian! Look at the trees!
Bent-knuckled, these three witches meet again: Eye of newt to globular earth/ turned by their rooting/ mixing to matter/ owned by labour until/ planted/ it shakes into being. Consumptive trees - limbed into lungs/ veined across blue/ cracked by their reaching. Tubular trees/ bubbling from their bark/ rounding at their hurts/ knotte…
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