I raise my hand,
I part my lips.

But the tickling feet
of one,
two thousand
quiver, quake,
and coat with sting

my tender fingers
and face.

arrests me.

I cannot move.

beneath the surface,
lies a glow
of living sap,

a tree
of life.

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