The flowers of the palm trees
Are falling like snow in the sun
The out-breath is always dying
To take in again its life
What connects the leaves to the body
Must be some idea of a seed
High in the palm tree a man
Hacking at his mind with a saw
Forcing the tree upward
The dead limbs falling away
He shouts to the one below
Leave me here and let me sway
There's a fragrance coming in from the sea
Enough to live on forever
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