the trees are looking away

Palpitations get worse
When I talk
When we talk
I want even less from life
I watch the trees in desperation.

A short fuse is dealt to me
I burn inside
It's not your fault
It's not my fault
The trees are not to blame.

Dreaming is draining
Swimming against the tide
Of the enemy’s only river
Stripping trees
Of the right to be genuine.

Breathing is a burden
Seeing young branches
Entangled in institutions with
No rescue for the fallen fruit
The trees must have known
For they turned to the sky 
for comfort.

So what chapter can I add
To the constitution of modernity
When the stakes are so high
And even the trees
Are looking away?

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