Jib

If there is magic
There is magic in motion.

It begins when the land
Becomes a ship and heaves
And trees with gumption, gust:
A hypnotic swaying jib and jab.

Milling in symposition
They tussle and gesticulate.
A Greek forum of freetrees
Endlessly percuss the coming of fate.

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