Lisa Ray Instagram – In the gloaming A tree held my hand She said: How strange are your veins that spend their mission within your own boughs She said: Come travel with mine into the curl of time you will hear lost spells in deep roots and understand the sensitivity mathematics of crown shyness and the birds will take your fingers for nests She said: The immortals branching beneath everything. They are looking for you. Listen. The ancestors only ever susurrate the rarest and purest form of generosity That passes through skin That brings you home. – lisaraniray @protestpoet Singapore River