Compelled by my father’s immense anger,
I was tasked with cutting down the biggest tree on the Moon.

For 700 years my work was defined between the flat gray seas,
In vacuum that disallowed even the fragrance of plum, of candy.

The tree’s shadow is visible from Earth
I cannot be felled, ever, and certainly not by me.

Trapped on the Moon, and unafraid,
I decide to die and vanish

Maybe nothing will happen
Nothing, to eat my life.




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