so it is despite.

near treas grow also

ashes

and many

dont like to think of that

that ashes

can also grow and reproduce

that molds

can reproduce

that the women I fell in love with

I fell in love with

because 

for fifteen minuits in a passenger seat

I saw her soft cotton of a face

curl into a ball

weather and age

and explode into tears

just because

she realizes things.

most people

dont like to think of people like me

most people like to think

that darkness is a condition

and that ashes belong in trashcans

and ashtrays

ashes

grow alongside trees

independently

irreversibly,

and small are my words

swept by sparrows my poetry

and melancholia

my mistress

hardly lets me be

but I exist

as many have and many will

so you cannot paint your world

nothing but trees.