I am slowly sinking
Into a hole
Whose bottom I cannot see,
And on walls that encircle me
My hands grope for answers.
Soft against the sky,
I see the outlines of a tree,
One familiar to me
In a past life
That was only yesterday.
In the approaching twilight,
My tree inclines its silver branches
Towards my reaching hands.
Taken from http://teamusings.blogspot.com/
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