you can still be in intimate
contact with all trees and with
the mystery of the individual tree
(or anything really) that it presumes
to separate itself from the others
and resolves to do one new
thing more each day becomes
for you a sort of practice
you can follow the rhythm of
and if you stumble fall often
naked trembling with shame
it may be because you also
long to return to the sun
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