by loving that tree
on my wall
the tree outside the window
becomes a metaphor
the metaphor
becomes a conviction
the conviction
becomes a prejudice
the prejudice
becomes a work of art
the work of art
becomes a metaphor
the metaphor
becomes a moving target
the moving target
becomes a religion
the religion
becomes a bloodsport
the bloodsport
becomes a conviction
the conviction
becomes a cause
the cause becomes a tree
outside the window
the window framing
a religion
that has become a cause for bloodsport
aimed at moving targets
a work of art
made from a prejudice
and grown from roots of arsenic
and love
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Dark Matter 
September 29th, 2010 at 1:16 pm
love this
September 29th, 2010 at 1:29 pm
Thanks so much. Not sure what prompted it…it came out all of a sudden this AM.