Skinny hipped tree surgeon scales the unconquerable,
scrambles up, stripping leaves 
they float easily,
he’ll fall faster
reckless in his actions

Stamps giant feet on rotting branches
glee fuelled only by calculation
is it too fast or too easy?
it can be beaten regardless

Oh proud explorer,
his headdress of setting sun 
illuminates his achievement
his joy could start a fire

Going up
(being high) 
is sometimes easier than
finding a way back down 

So, abandoned, 
he sits in the sky,
watches ants on limbs and ants
forgets life on the floor 
and the sound for help

King of treetop kingdom
never leaving
never leaving

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