Hush

I stand in solitary as a barking tree, where hushed misery of ripples abscond,

No one discerns my calamity, enervating snivel of my raped reality...

Limbs stoop to glacial ground, desolation facet of their deluged,

Lousy torment of leaves have browned, lachrymal echoes of their sound.

Randomised mirroring of blues glide, enduring affliction in their anguish,

Ripples infuriated in their row, fabricating cabalistic disparity as

The thicket condense as to populate, the seeds of temptation must they swell...copulate,

All is torpid until the eyes distend, sobbing willows that magistrate.

I accept my entity near the bewailing tarn, crumbling contusion as I rouse,

The wood murmurs as to pang, concealed contours share the snake...

Strolling waters that ripples escort, vines that wrestle in their sway,

Solus in my salvaged spring, where finches set apart in their warble...