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asked a tree
if it — we — had
a history

or if we were just fictional beings in
a simulation, as Buddha
in fact suggest
(struggling to incarnate as
Keanu Siddhartha)

possible to
efface as
glitches in
the system

characters to be rewritten
(structural flaws
to correct)

making for something that
lends itself to
deeper analysis
viewing, reading
in mode
lyric, comic, tragic

or postmodern self-
reflexive that somehow
narrates itself

and so,
I asked a tree, am
still waiting in quandary

nothing as it
should be
(as many as leaves, all
its thoughts
waiting to
signifier signified connected

spliced and grafted,
assessed, processed)