branches like bones

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branches like bones

laid in wooden ribs

dry and broken trunk

as fissured nerves of spine

a fallen giant lays respited

stretched skeleton across the duff

now bones return to dust

as iron pines of rust

the sight of fractal patterned decompose

where cracks and gaps spread infinite

and how the creature lay

with nothing left but strength of bones

and myriad impressions of ganglia

as once before its senses

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Good ideas that come to me 

are not mine they are yours

because once they've come through you to me

they are connected even more

and the same it goes from you to them

beams of star lights from our eyes

the stellar dust that sparks again

rays of light from your mind's line time mine