the burning ones strained to pull
upwards on the sapling's branch--
leaves unaffected, gravity's
breath too heavy on each cell to
feel the ache of combustion
--they beat their tiny wings
trying to create uplift beyond the
words that burnt brightly against
the forest green and
mahogany brown--but the ties to
this world kept them anchored
in the babbling ambling condensate
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