6 Views of Moss Dendroalsia Abietinum
Brenda Hillman
(anadiplosis)
1//
Sky thickened windy probes near a zigzag tree. Tree
braying to push itself along. Along invisibilities
mosses curling appearances. Appearances bringing
collapsed green, & the mosses live among
acres of the self of earth, in a chain of thrilling glances as green talks to
the sky.
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Nature is. Is nature? & you played
with the children among the mosses, their magic drawn vertically from the book. As if in the drought, a life putting on
the third glove of a blind harpist.
4//
In drought. Drought in. Nothing to be done. Is nothing? Dentroalsia curls in matter & energy, energy & matter, in lignan, in the sloth. Bows in the ssss the,
the sloth, the true structure. Drought rounds them. Is
there nothing you cannot do. Singing is common near curled mosses the
companions of trees. The singing is also material.
5//
By the body of the tree decoded, industrial. By the body of everything sacred. Moss bows over the drying oak. The profit burns the body of the oak, $33,070,000 a
year for M.K. Wirth at Chevron, $23,500,000 for Darren Woods at Exxon, $20,691,139 for Joseph Gorder Valero burning the climate feet of the oak nearby.
i know this is polemical but there’s not much time.
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6//
Life & non-life end their attachments. Dynamic restraint among the beings. They could not stop or restrict the figurative. Curls & pulls & when you spoke
to them after the first moisture the dead
ones could crouch & rise at the same time though mostly choose life