Here there are no beginnings
no endings
bending
before risen sun sinks
trees shake their mossy beards
vibrant virality clings
to rasping rooks
their songs
sing feathered
let there be fog
for fog protects
silvery dressed
maidens afloat
I have become
the epithet called earth
standing among frozen streams
staring into rustic figments
otter opus
empress ermine
furry fox frock
a scythe cut portal opens
into virtue of belonging
here I am open handed
I am ready to walk my path
a solitary treasure
leaning towards
letting go
breathing in
deepest
listening
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