Bough to bough

Suddenly the schoolgirl’s a hippy

Planting thought-seeds

My nice brother, embraces trees in mutual hugs

He drew me a tree

Buried in need i touched the tree it answered me

In touch the angel, tree

G, your branch i need

Touch, my self-contained monad

Bough to your bough

To your angel-bough

Wing of an hierophany

I go: G, my destiny