The Trees thr trees inside are moviing out intoi the forest the foeest thst was empty all these days where no bird cold sit no insect hids no sun bury its feet in shadow thr forest that was empty all these nights will be full of trees by morning .All ninght the roots work to disengage themselves from the cracks in the veranda floor. thr leaves strain towaed thr glass small twigs stiff withb exertion long cramped boughs shuffling under the roof like newly discharged patients haif dazed moving to the clinic doors. Isit inside doors open to thr veranda writing long lettres in which i scarcely mention the departure of thr forest form thr house. thr night is fresh the whols moon shines in a sky still open the smell of leaves and lichen still reaches like a voice into rooms.My head is full of whispers which tomorrow will be silent. Listen the glass is breaking the trees are stumbling forward into thr ninght winds rush to meet them. The moon is broken like a mirror its pieces flash now in the crown of the tallest oak.
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