Scathing Heaven

Only the tree canopies, scathing the glass floor of heaven
Truly knows the ecstasy of nature
Only the beast untamed, untapped by man
Knows how wild I am.
The blooming springs, each petal instills a revolution
A piece of beauty imitated for generations,
Futile
For the beauty is beneath
the flesh and bone
Into something that can’t be
watched with holy stethoscope.
No matter how inflated the wallet is
Whether the seams stretch and tear
There is no power like the
state of euphoria transcending through green leaf
The lines of the body become blurred
And the life flows like death

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