Are considerations just lies?
Chopping branches,
tangles of strangling ivy away from the trunk
Junk just
falls away
to find,
remaining,
common denominators
or rotten wood
Should it come as any surprise
finding what was discarded
was once kept guarded,
held dear and revered
Fearing it lost
or stolen,
measures were taken,
stakes were cut from wood
Fences woven from ivy
Staunch branches
providing handholds
to climb
Tiring
kindness expired
fearing the plunge
the liar
climbs ever higher
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