Beneath the darkness, under gnarled tree
The light glints highlights as crevices form.
Insects creep, envious the freedoms of dragonfly or bee
And autumn’s leaves crinkle and fall in the storm.
Fungus and mould grow whilst others decompose,
Touching their soft suedette, yet almost allotropic
The smoothness of the cankers ulcerate and necrose
And infects the senses with visions psychotropic.
But thy eternal beauty shall never fade,
The lines of thy pattern and shape gently flow 
Edible and nourishing or as deadly as the nightshade,
Only those who dare to taste thy intention plainly know.
Beneath our feet, piercing cracks or clinging to the bark
Vain parasite’s texture lures us into the light or the dark.

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