Self-Origin and the Quaking Tree

It’s important to me,
I listing I, to see
All apart my lives
Collections of falling leaves
Filled my eyes, relief
Uncrossed teas, alive
Save for motion, for me

What’s upon a time
Making, shaking, quaking
Eyes, O eyes
(My dear friends’ eyes,
Voices, some quaking
Come shaking to me)
Now matters more tree
Come softly to me

You begin, outbound
To will the things
(I send you apples down)
While legal matters wait, yes
I’ve found no longer
Needs to wait, not now
Repeating in that sudden,
Dry away, commit

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