From These Branches

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>From These Branching Moments.

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
Comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of earth thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
And so break yourself apart,
You will be broken open by death,
When it's too late for all you could become.