a naked tree invisible against the night sky
strange loss of agency through day cycles
demoralising yet safe
i guess the tree can't care
its alignment is unquestioned and effortless
it's not against the night sky
a glimpse of inky branches brought by a passing cloud
a disconnect between visible reality and visual metaphors
glimpses, darknesses, inks
incoherent beauty of uncaring co-existence
somebody probably cares about the tree
streamlined nervousness between undefinable boundaries
neurosis is not a sufficient theme of artistic inquiry
yet it's here regardless of the time of day
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