Your skin will itch,
Your bones will crack,
Your veins begin to clog with sap.
Your roots grow deep,
Your heart won’t beat,
While gnarling boughs warmly steep.
Your eyes seal shut,
Your world grows dark,
Skin pops and peels to rigid bark.
You’d forget to breath,
Even if you still could,
No lungs nor brain, just solid wood.
Violently, in groaning twists,
Creaking skyward, the back now breaks,
So now it comes, your inalterable fate,
A mountain juniper your life will make.
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