wylde woods
halved
quartered
broken into segment
for harvest
wylde dreams
sold to invention
for necessity
rules
wylde spirits
divided
scooped up
without thought
or consequence
wylde souls
wavering on the edges
of the trees that
still stand
firm
martyred roots
old seeds
grown wise
weep for these our brothers
as their trembling spirits
are forced from the earth
and brought to ground
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