Until Timing Is Steady, Feet Will Ever Be Heavy

When the sun takes a seat, the trees will awake and sway in the shade to the rhythm of my feet.
Their pulses will skip as the wind begins to nip at the tip of their branches out of key and offbeat.

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G beneath the broken-down wreath that held them like a mother with child asleep,
Snub, seedy seeds spurt like streams to a sea under a mountainous heap...
beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep
I cannot spe e eak!
beep, beep, beep, beep, beEP, BEEP, BEEP

- Alexander McCurdy