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  1. MEANING AS AXIOM

    If another twig falls in the night,
    as silently as it grew as a sapling
    toward the sky, would that mean
    anything anyway to anyone?
    The graveyard of a fallen tree
    may tell untold stories that stay
    untold until a struggling stray root
    breaks through dry rot and ground
    for yet another flushed cherry tree.
    The inexorable is also axiom here:
    life begins in death in a spun gyre
    twirling into flowers, forever moving.
    Nothing is everything here, but there
    where leaves had once fallen, broken
    twigs spring back as fluttering birds
    twittering on branches like new leaves.

    —Albert B. Casuga
    06-03-12


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