It is all mine

There used to be a wall.

Tall.

Smooth surface.

Impossible to climb.

 

He owns so much he is rich

She is so rich she owns much

 

He is poor, sick, dying

She is dying, sick, poor

 

It does not matter if the tree is dead or the skeleton of some ancient animal

It does matter if the tree is alive or the health of  an animal

 

Getting easier and easier to look inside

and with it

it is

mine.

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