watch, as the seed takes root.
imposes itself through space.
in concert with the most wanted nutrients.
it shapes itself according to availability.
and then, again favors a third dimensional journey through space.
and as the tree unfolds a life story,
so to, does its linear application through time begin.
next door, a woman bears birth.
raises a child who grows in the shadow of the tree.
begins a friendship and folly around its changing leaves.
the cold winters force the child to forget its outdoor friendship.
he too, experiences a continuity in time.
not to be displaced by abstract form.
they two are different.
they two are the same.
one moving through seasons and changing in concord with environment.
the other moving through consciousness by transport of body.
both however stuck by the dichotomy of time.
the municipality of absolute.
they two are different.
they two are the same.
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