Woods and Trees

Mechanics of death searched for lost keys engines of cobwebs troubling wielder’s evolving fields of schemes Where planets set to run gravitational courses for stars coalesce from shadows condensates dropping like dew into being glistening time like manna caught on branches They forgot that motors idling exhaust being and time for the living fallen into maelstroms thoughtless fall beyond a dreamscape Not important enough to remember some respect felt for emotionless fences standing in fields like white pickets honoring cemeteries' ashes and dust formerly known as woods and trees.