I am a tree
lost in a lost land of lossness
stuck into a boat
floating
growing
living
from the world below me
people reap my benefits
they climb me
they sit on my brother
his branches wilt
they take us with them
I'm tied all to everything
a web of rope leaping out from me
people and things all attached along them
a man tears me apart
at my base
a lady, a monk and several seamen
sing gentle songs
to a hanging bob
sitting neatly on the end of
one of my ropes
they push a table against me
perhaps they'll lower the bob down to it
eat it
sing of its taste
feed it to the
peoplefish
that swim along the hull of the boat
row along
searching for something
perhaps a place to stow
the seaman
that another lady
prepares to beat
the ocean becomes grass
in the distance
a mountain looks down at us
it doesn't mind our
plight
only observes
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