The Pity Tree – Unhinged Poem

Why do you see me, in the tree of pity, within a sea of suffrage, you tower above, while I look below, the tree of knowledge, of tomorrow, after the flow of another mirror, we are, you and I, you and all, nothing more than dust, in a memory of trees, when trees existed, before the fire, burnt them all down, like a memory, like you and me…