Heartwood

[00:07.66] "I always thought you were made of trees,"
[00:11.78] He said to me
[00:14.27] To be so seen
[00:17.54] Is a green kind of sadness
[00:22.61] It feels so new—tiny shoot
[00:27.23] Proof of life
[00:31.51] Does that mean I was invisible before?
[00:37.92] Ok but let me be oak
[00:41.43] My branches curved back down to earth
[00:46.24] The reaching and bowing a perpetual arc
[00:51.15] Rainbow on the horizon
[00:55.32] I embrace in all directions
[00:58.87] I live one hundred years
[01:02.38] I remember everything in the
[01:06.27] Language of my heartwood
[01:12.49] And when I dream, it's not of trees
[01:16.48] But of placing quartz
[01:18.85] In the cold end of the stream
[01:22.88] Where the moonlight catches
[01:24.74] The crystal flakes
[01:27.23] Showing the fish where to go—
[01:32.62] A checkerboard of crooked arrows
[01:37.08] Pointing you back again and
[01:41.17] Again to a numb and nameless
[01:52.74] Deep
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