the Sentence tree.

the Sentence tree grew old,and the child started nailing exclamations holding together the borders of the wooden fence.filled worm holes with dots .
tried to hold together branches with virgules.
tenses stretching.past growing.
the child had to try hard to shape the tree..
the child forgot that it could not be shaped..

always an interrogative-shaped knife would cut
the bark and juices would come out to born new branches,

new roots to replace those that found no water...
the child forgot that had a long time to climb on the tree and taste it's fruits.

it was busy trying to strength the bole.and grubbing down the parasites.
dreams and feelings fruits were left to grow

and their heaviness made the branches bend...

some of the fruits were sacrificed and fertilised the ground..
some of them died and dried on the brunches..
a few healthy on the higher branches invited the child to taste them.
The bole strong and tall.made climbing difficult.
the child was tired.it fell asleep..
dreamed it was sitting on the higher branch squeezing the fruits..

letting them drip on it's tongue...engraved his initials on the root.

with the interrogative-shaped knife..