Combing my beard at night

I once heard that the roots of a tree
grow as tall as the tree itself.
I often think about that
when combing my beard at night.
I imagine the inside of my skull
to be stuffed with moustache and sideburns.
If I stood still long enough outside
would a 6 foot 4 me grow underground?
I wonder if he has bad knees,
wishes he likes the taste of coconut
and loses track of his thoughts.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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