Unlaughter Of The Tree

Unlaughter Of The Tree
© Surazeus
2025 12 28

This cannot be unlaughter of the tree 
though it resembles how it might have laughed, 
so I will not begin here at the end 
since here has already shifted to there 
because I will invent voices of leaves 
that whisper secrets all around the world. 

Though I withhold unlaughter of the tree, 
it remains present everywhere at once 
without declaration of its intent, 
so do not read what I carve on its trunk 
as refusal to engage in its game 
because we will always lose to its tricks. 

Process based on unlaughter of the tree 
expands conception of what could be real, 
yet statement of fact I refuse to make 
pauses between states of reality 
which speaks too much about what we invent 
to prove we are important to the Earth. 

Still confused by unlaughter of the tree, 
I say nothing about what I perceive 
in order to continue speaking words 
without arrival at the final goal 
where shadows disillusion my beliefs 
despite aggressive purpose of sea wind. 

Silence trapped by unlaughter of the tree 
confers attentive sequence of new words 
designed by stones smoothed by swift river flow 
to prove my body understands desire 
consistent with brave discipline of wind 
that still refuses to speak about truth. 

Sad voice breathed by unlaughter of the tree 
may break at false authority of light 
before it decides to embody me 
as channel chosen by whole nothingness, 
but I replace my secret self with self 
composed from fragments of disruptive myths. 

Meaning born from unlaughter of the tree 
waits for permission no one dares to grant 
at slow collapse of global certitude 
contrived by money-lenders wearing masks 
who occupy temple his father built 
though computer programs decline to speak. 

Truth erased by unlaughter of the tree 
mirrors my virtual model of the Earth 
which registers divine typography 
extending serial states of psychic creed 
that preserves hybrid faculty of faith 
in syrup we pour on pancakes of hope.