I camp out on my bed at night.
The trees stand huge next to me
The texture of cedar reassures me
The smell of pine scents my way
My hand touches the bark and
My sense corrects itself to nature
And the source of the planet.
I look and find the vertical stand
Making directional signage.
Further up between the circle of
Treetops, I see a patch of sky
Surrounded on the edge by
The far away shape of accumulated
Leaves - Waving slowly.
The clouds, lit by moonlight
Show the colours of
Prussian
and Zinc.
I sit in my tent of trees and clouds
And arrest the movement of time
And space until I no longer do.
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