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The vine grows
weaving through the thickets, thrusting upward to the sun
wrapping its tendrils around the branches
embracing the trunk, deeply combining until no one knows where vine ends
and tree begins
inseparable without destroying both.
telling it to stop is useless,
willing it to stop is useless.
The vine can't be stopped without a knife,
slicing it out of host -- but severance arrives too late;
cut the vine, eviscerate the host;
We now live as one.
The vine grows when we are not looking
expanding in girth and length and structure;
Fighting to live so that I may live
encompassing all that I am before I realize I am lost to it
The desire grows within me
mmmmm
hope you dont mind, sir
yum
forgive my naivete. you are now added as my friend. what a gorgeous journal you have, ohmy!