DENDRITIC ORACLE
(Yggdrasil)
I dreamt upon a plain of snow,
there walked a girl, her face was fair,
and fair her talk, yet down below,
the horror stalked, on legs, corpse-bare
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She spoke of growth and lively things
Of building bright, a future, rich,
and yet her words did hollow ring
for ill a sight, the carcass witch
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To join her party, was her plea,
ignore the foulness of her base
forget that from the waist was she
downwards dead, corruption laced
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A fairer deal may not come soon-
the rich, they rule, and watch our play,
from consequence, by wealth immune,
they scorn, and hoard, they knead our clay
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But, in Antisthenean truth-
down from a higher branch look They
As crown upon the aching root
No sectarian deity
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Transcending death, the tree-and-ground,
by death endures, through change returns,
though outward eyes see not the round,
that only inward sight discerns.
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