Pine Revelation.
By Stoned Immaculate •
<font face="tahoma" size=1>From beneath the pine
my face collides through limber branches
to meet the sun; O' skyline Patriarch
through your vistas I am cleansed of angst
I do not need you anylonger
the lucid dawn untangles the eyesore
of my vile sentiments
But only when your days' duties
meet your expected bounds
I become prisoner of the witching hour
I plead you to rise and restore
My faith has been cast into my bowels