For like empty seed we are a husk, hollow on the dusty floor we are kicked into the cosmic nowhere, to disappear beyond galaxy and blooming death of star, to no new life just black, emptiness, like lightning without sound or sight, just a crack and whip of pain, pure and simple pain that lingers, gashing to a torturous cry, a lust that has lilted since Adam and EVE first picked that evil apple and let flow the worst across the ground, Pandora’s box times a thousand more, Pandora’s warehouse of all brutal manifestations of the human spirit. So free us trees, let us sink live amongst the density of wood and drink at the sap like mother’s milk.

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Image created using a 6-hole pinhole camera.