Inception

I: Trees

A brittle stump

cleaved from its
scribbled roots
topples over

with some relief
onto its cushioned mossy side

No longer recording
the earth’s whispered memoir
it rolls backward up a hill
into a soul
and an invisible child
is unknowingly conceived
outside of the mother’s body

As a curiosity
it is both gospel
and invention
an introduction and epilogue

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