In the Darkness of the Tree
My tongue wavers idly against the skin of my knees.
My blue jumper cradling them to me.
Tucked roughly in my minds eye,
Set deep within the wake,
In the darkness of the tree.
It's leaves extend light, as they gently fall around you.
All sitting along the lines of light.
I can see you,
Living in the outline of the shadow you trace,
I can imagine the warmth of what the sun does for you, hugging the cells in your arms,
I...
I won't stand.
I try instead to apply the walking principles to my hands.
Outstretched I roll iron will in my mouth.
Just, a bit further.
It's just there.
My fingers reach the end of the wake.
My hand shrinks, arm follows, mind blinks,
I am swallowed amongst the debris
In the darkness of the tree.
The line of my limb mocks,
A black sanded desert stretches in my vision and locks.
Skeletons with flesh hanging, blue burnt, parched, dark, dank, sprawled in desperation, reaching their bones to the horizon.
In the darkness of the tree.
A floor of a building, comes loose of it's binds, orange and brown.
Pushing the autumn air; a wavering mind.
A lake, size of dew to you, picks up the sun.
Binds it, multiplies it, and gives it direction.
Refraction lasers hit the ground,
Giants twigs on fire, tearing the earth apart.
Hurtling patternless but with purpose, towards me.
In the darkness of the tree.
I have to flee.
Heat burning at my heals, the corner of my vision blinded by the closeness of the light.
I turn once as log sized debris explodes and bounces up and out of my sight,
Unhooking my bleeding feet,
Pounding harder into my soles,
Turning back, arms flailing and skin pussing, boiling,
I smell damp darkness.
The tree hits me.
Its cold black bark squashing my nose blood across my face.
Rebounding I land in the cold wet, dark earth.
The ugliest part of beautiful shadow.
I watch how the desert is decimated right up to this perfect half circle of dirt.
Cold, dark, dank.
The safest place to be.
In the darkest, darkness of the tree.
