Holding On

Our group, struck by the sight of a medusa tree

riding astride its monstrous barrow mounded base,

myriad tentacle fingers intertwined with each other in a strange love spread,

stand in awe of its infinite root structure

gripping the earth in a death throe fear of losing the battle,

just as we would hold onto life this same way,

our paths laid down to the present so intricately labyrinthine,

we believe we have bound ourselves to a life we can never lose,

even if it tries to shake us loose.

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