the trees dance and shudder
not knowing why the cold hard
wind has come and wondering
when it stops. bending complying
cajoling - loving stretching
grasping - straining cracking
snapping -
falling
now not knowing at all.
Faulkner's knowing and not knowing, being and not being, forming and un-forming one's self and others, delight me. So I paid him the sincerest tribute I knew how.
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