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The Sage and the Green

Thorns around edges of

sage leaves and green fruit

on a gray tree.

If a storm were to pass

you could find shelter

within.

And yet you do not know

the name of this tree, nor

do you know many

names of trees. Though

you know the names of the

artificial, the

manufactured,

the digital data

streaming throughout

everything and

penetrating cells.

The storm is coming

and you’re not safe.