Tree of life centered in the company's courtyard your soul's stance
Thick trunk mottled and intriguing kidnaps our glance
we cannot pull our eyes away the tree with roots into our hearts
toward the unknown someplace or time the outerlife starts
New life springs out of that bark like childhood
wound inside and outside breathing through the wood
those small leaves and tiny lungs unfurled
fatherless motherless handed to the world
In minutes the bell will ring and the bodies inside cheap uniforms
will be called back into working the conveyor belt norms
Not preoccupied by anything outside dollars and calories
The quaint ultimatum of a bread and butter salary
A rare gift existence a yellow glare from woodsprites
The tree of life bathed in the glee of that good light
we change we shed ourselves our shame and aspirations
adjusting to new climates just familiar trials and tribulations
The tree of life a fat swollen trunk forming frowns and grins
new life squirms restlessly somewhere from within
until it comes to the surface lost and alive
carried off to be shelved and categorized
in a supermarket factory where the best of you work corridors
explaining to us the surface world gleaned from computer monitors
yet short circuit when we beg you semblence of meaning
survive serve earn and be buried in nostalgic keening
New life cries out searching for something beyond the assembly line
beyond order and programs absent of love or spirit shine
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