from where, i do not come

in this place one finds everything
found anywhere else

but at the origin of things
there should
be a bold sense

its leaves spreading evenly
     and it sitting between them
     giving off light

even the unoriginal
will originate from greatness;
a source that is great only once

to me
this name means—land-
land-mass, mass-of-land—
into the treeline
is dark and familiar
inviting
to me

I see you speak spores fly from your mouth
settle on the solubility of inhibition;

what I hear
is not foreign—you point
and say: “the trees end there
let us settle this land.”