That Tree


that tree.
        r  e  a  c  h  i  n  g   its arms out.
        asking
        for...
reaching, grasping
        but never attaining
                all
        that it truly wants.  and needs. that calls.  i guess.
that tree
        remembers
  better days?
  of no growth. of no knowledge.
  (with growth
   came a great thirst
        which will not be quenched.  here and now. it took control.)
        remembers
   better days?
   of plentiful illusionary rain.
        not.            but producing the effects of being.
        not.            but producing the necessary?  desired.
                rain.
           still there? ever there?
           rain?
           of what value was that illusion, with thirst
                                        for the real
                                        clinging to its roots,
        as it is?
           unquenchable thirst. destroy(s).  that tree.
                                        still reaching out.  forever.
                                        asking for...
                                  not wanting to.  sometimes.
                                        remembers.
                                                birth.
that tree.
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