I will slip between the two rocks
that gate my darkened sepulcher
past the daylight and into the woods,
not to flee my mortality
but into pine trees, into their roots.
I will nourish them
and pulse through their woody arteries
and out their needles in green and resinous light.
Thus my corpse grows fragrant.
While walking you will note me
though you do not know my name.
that gate my darkened sepulcher
past the daylight and into the woods,
not to flee my mortality
but into pine trees, into their roots.
I will nourish them
and pulse through their woody arteries
and out their needles in green and resinous light.
Thus my corpse grows fragrant.
While walking you will note me
though you do not know my name.
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