poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

I am an old tree
I am an old tree felled for lumber I am boards assembled by a father into a credenza I am furniture rejuvenated by a son and his girl’s brush I am additional storage for the next generation I am here to keep things for you safe and hid 木木木 [28-X-2020]
Written for a credenza my father built with his hands, which I subsequently painted, imprinting the above on the inside of the door
Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder
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