Twist or turn at every angle.
Blister and burn at every tangle.
Win or lose
each time you choose.
From whose hook is it that you dangle?

The end looks very like the start,
gain or loss imposed upon you.
Molecules all fall apart,
skin is cold where sun shone on you.

Choose the tree
and reap its fruit.
The blind can’t see,
the dumb are mute.
The tallest tree has the deepest root.

When spades are led, you follow suit.


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