Cypress Curving

I am the cypress curving
under the sea wind, constant;
without fulcrum,
without compensation.
in raw defiance of the
balanced world
the wind blows in my cells,
and the sea
grows me,
beyond sun,
beyond gene,
beyond reason.
I am the perfect metaphor.
I am the cypress,

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