Metaphysic Circumlocution
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Smoky Hoss
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One tree
in the foreground of all trees ever formed,
standing in the wind blowing
above and beyond the norm
topples over
falls slowly down,
and there lays obstensibly
upon the frozen ground
all alone
deep in the world's snowy cracks,
wrung and ready
for the axe
and I with barbarous blade in hand
stop, turn and look back,
noticing the tree made no sound...
and I, have left no tracks
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