The wood is the sacred wood.
The tree is the cross.
He’s been there
and may be there
for quite some time.
The wood is the sacred wood.
The tree is the cross.
He’s been there
and may be there
for quite some time.
One elbows one’s way through the
crowd of one’s other selves
hoping that this one who one is
truly is the one who one is

Death shadows us


