what oil and wine then formed and free
did grace combine in planted tree
a tree that grew to find its way
to sing of love both night and day
but seasons came that forced its song
extreme to choose tween right and wrong
and choosing naught but acorns breath
did feign in silence others death
this elden tree sown deep by root
neath rays of sun waned deaf and mute
till moon and stardust heard its choice
to share once more its savage voice
~Moses Apollo
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