#2415 -- life is a tree

2415 7.222 12.viii.26 life is a tree always was a tree where I’m not and a tree where I am fingers of light fell through a sky lit day, night more than one but many so the seasons for the record so a city is these ruins made life is a tree however saw myself, puddle up we, too a voice lost claws gone in among branches see the brickwork, paint gone a song like smoke just a breeze to take home we…