a synopsis of what's been on my mind lately:
How easily we forget our peace with the trees,
Whilst we writhe like hedons amidst the fallen leaves
And sunder their flesh for the fruit of our own.
In appeasing our lust, our fates have been sown
And in due time, they shall have their revenge
As we shall all be fodder for them.
The Oak will laugh in the morning breeze
As it unfurls its first vernal leaf,
Reflecting on all the species it's known
And marvel at how tall its children have grown
While deep beneath the centuries of leaves
Lie the spoils of war against the trees.
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i dig it. especially the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteso are we still shooting for a publication? have there been any recent developments?
Yes we are, though definitely delayed. I was working 50+ hours at work the past couple weeks, and I think you guys were all on break so I imagine it'll take a short while to get back into the swing of it all.
ReplyDeletePick a couple pieces you think are polished and email them to me so I can start formatting it all. I think that's probably the best way forward from here.
I really like this Mike. I've been trying for a while to express the same sentiment, but this is just perfect. Please put this in the first issue!
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