Trees look cursive
under a Heaven
without religion,
can be my simile
of Atlas on my
shoulders. Or
just religion
with ordinary trees.
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dirt & human
PoetryThis collection has the dirt for my grave and my soul for God but when it rains there's meaning for my muddy heart. (Some of the poems are older and published already, I moved them to this collection, so if you recognize a poem that's why.)
vi. splitting
Trees look cursive
under a Heaven
without religion,
can be my simile
of Atlas on my
shoulders. Or
just religion
with ordinary trees.
