LYRIC

You have disregarded the advice of your friends and entered an accord with the arborist
He brings you to his special garden at the center of which is a circle of trees
Next to each tree is a sort of well that is meant to receive a person
You will be placed in one of these holes with only your head above the earth
For several weeks you will engage in intense meditation on your novel existence
However, you will eventually grow anxious and restless
Others will come and take their places in the holes near you
You will find it easy to befriend them, but as the months pass you will begin to bicker and experience jealousy
At length, the affinity you feel for your tree becomes something which you cannot express and you will form a union which excludes all others
Soon after, young roots will find you and brush against your most tender places

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