lessons_from_tree_felling tender_square begin at the bottom and saw your way through a hundred arms that can’t embrace you. hoist your bag of bones up a trunk that’s lived longer than you can fathom. keep climbing. keep cutting until all that remains is a steeple yielding to your weight. then pray. pray that the crosscut of electric teeth won’t chew through your rotted core and spit sap. shimmy down to ground, executioner, and meet the mass of heads you've left behind. 220331 what's it to you? who go blather from