The Origami of Folding Empires
A sheet of blotter paper is a wrench A tree in blight is a crumbled pillar, Under duress. A heartbeat is a twitch of Molecules Breath from broken bonds
A power line was once a tree That now steals stature from concrete Arms rended, bark scorched To the knotted stem of Pine Forced to be timber and Hoisted again, like a wall—upright After bisection In vein reflexe...