Words do not come from every bush
but every plant is capable of fire, of bursting
forth with flame. Would you dare to ask
a branch ablaze its name? And if it spoke
and told you whence to go, some place
afar or that you do not know, some reckoning
upon a lonely hill where blade may flash
or simply be laid still, would your heart
allow you then to trace your orig…
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