hunched humble, Humbolt county's finest 
        the tree, the roots, deep 
        the ever climbing, and rich 
        The stair is slippery 
         and high, so high 
        eyes that hold nothing 
        Do I dare to look? 
        hoping to find dreams, thought 
         vision theater 
        the poems, and stories that dance 
        roses in their teeth, and hair 
         every face ever pictures of becoming 
         of moving, evolving 
        to reach that truth we can only glimpse 
         in a fractured sphere 
        prayers for unity, 
         and the healing light of faith 
         gently placing a hand upon your shoulder 
                                 revelation 
        the tree, the roots...