When i look at the trees from a distanceI want to pluck them straight out of the ground with a delicate vengenceSupplant them into a nice crystal vaseWalk closer realize it was a visageMorpheous perspectiveChanging with singular stepsEvolving in circlesI am what my senses projectInto the vaseInto the glassDribbling down the soft chinOf a sweet child who doesn'tKnow shit bout the windHow it's currents blow his soft curls round his skinThe simplicity lucidity ephemeralicity ofThe lil kitten who loves unconditionWe are what we know but we don't know a smidge what we areWe are what we know but we don't know a smidge what we are

Tumbling forward or sideways or backwardWe try to make sense of our sensory perceptionIdentify goals personify our directionBut it doesnt exist until we give it mentionWe may feel alone but it is merely isolationThe novelity of reality is a product of our creationA cruel residue of societal materializationWhat we need now is adaptation

Notice the trees as the quiver and swayThe ebb and the flow of connectionTo the natural ground the worm poo the sweet sound of the wind lifes foundationSee as a fake child would the beauty of lifePlease dont be distracted by falsehoo