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But the cycle never stops,
the kings and the apocalypses,
the hearts
and traitors
and friends
of raiders,
do you hear it
in the hills
in the outback
in the rocks,
the cycle never stops
and if you break it,
it eats you
and spits you out on top
til you topple
gunnin’ full throttle
for solid ground–
I think
the tree folk of Brisbane
took to the seas
instead of growing inland
and they’ve probably got
a red-hand royal tree ruling colonies
spreading over the islands,
and they’ll all fall,
eventually, probably
not with an apocalypse
though who knows,
but I hope
in the sundering
between rule
and tumble
the tree people
make some friends
and giggle
and survive the worst of it
and learn how to smile again–
and maybe I,
the first ruler of the tree people
who fell from grace,
shouldn’t wish after their wellbeing,
but I do,
honestly,
because I think
it makes me feel
better
about myself.
Like maybe,
if I’m wishing well for strangers,
there’s some stranger out there wishing well
for me too.
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Jordyn Saelor 