We have an oak inside our spines; keeping our backs straight, filled with what we call our selves, branches exploding where we think. In these branches, nests are built by birds we can't control. Flying from our mouths from branches we never noticed, we are shocked by these feathered sparks that ignite forests as they burst from the trees with burning red feathers. So, the birds. Exploring territories we fear, and we grow shamed by the flight paths and beg them to come back; "Come back to me, so I may see which branch you have come from!" So then, with forests burning, the birds flying, frantic from where does the rain come that sends them back to shelter, and puts out all the flames? Oh, this spinal fluid, flush it out with tears. The tree grows stronger in this way. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
