02/22/2025

Caligari
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Neath the black, the sky looks dead
Deep in the canyon, covered in dust,
he stood there for a century,
undaunted and hidden,
it now awaits its doom.
Sunburn unbarks the trunk.
Earth dry and torn.
Tumbleweed rolls gently by.
Porcupine will miss him.
Dark clouds gather.
Storm whips through the creosote.
Thunderstorm now takes its course...
Lightning strikes - knocked over - dead.
Alligator tree is no more,
but perfumer tries very hard.
Tracked down and distilled
and thus preserved by NOAM.
Poured into the bottles,
released its spirit.
Wrapped in the aroma,
it can live on in us.
he stood there for a century,
undaunted and hidden,
it now awaits its doom.
Sunburn unbarks the trunk.
Earth dry and torn.
Tumbleweed rolls gently by.
Porcupine will miss him.
Dark clouds gather.
Storm whips through the creosote.
Thunderstorm now takes its course...
Lightning strikes - knocked over - dead.
Alligator tree is no more,
but perfumer tries very hard.
Tracked down and distilled
and thus preserved by NOAM.
Poured into the bottles,
released its spirit.
Wrapped in the aroma,
it can live on in us.
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