Read Poem: THE DREAMING TREE, by Zach Fisher

Propped under the Tree of Dreams
I am finally free.
Staunch ideas of intelligence & intuition
are ever changing; ’667’ I exclaim!
Blood unshed tears uncrown
War and Peace are finally clear.
There are no time for scruples
I do and I done
9’s all around me; I can finally Rebirth.

717
The tree is not vociferous, nor does
It beg me to follow Gematria.
‘The number Of a Man’
Was never my favorite
598^ taunts me she hurts.
It feels the manliness I have
Just manifests into lascivious gaze
upon flesh no matter
My eyes are wide shut.

Yet standing in the Heath and Bracken
In the arms of her shade,
Her embrace sprinkled with dashes
Of heaven they splatter
My face.
Cradled I feel the touch of my mother
My sister my brother my vices my sins and
Flesh transforms into flesh
Breast transforms into flesh
Heart transforms into Seraphim
and the Heavens 1414 and the smell
of wood chips resting patiently on concrete
beneath the Swing-Set
And the rough bark of Locust Trees
That I rest my unlabored back on
Where I find two seconds of relief
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