poured the saline
slowly
like a brook dances 'neathe the
oaks
cleaned the essence away
no more signals left
not a mere mention of life
and yet
the old bark, cast astray,
leads us to another treeline
in a grey forest
just near a creek bed
overflowing
into our own conscience
to drown us out
again and again
and again
adt
cincinnati, oh
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