Len Gurts—We See You and It’s OK

I have fell, and I can see the trees, finally. Does it show? One slip further
and I could have felt: perhaps

it wasn’t us after all? As I no longer believe
in the illusion of trees, and the conspiratorial

side of me only drafts
lies as I walk along in convoluted control; but

of what? Who knows. Though aren’t woods
loud and distracting.

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