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The Soul covered in moss
Submerge dissolve enter The woods takes every guest Covering the lungs with a thin film of of predawn dew covering the the corridors of of the the wandering spirit with with moss
embracing memory with with branches The remembrance that had become a a a a a a dead bird that had fallen helplessly on a a a a a path besprent by stones Among the the bony spruce branches among the the grasses that stretch to to the sky swamp flowers begin to to sprout between the the collarbones lichen grows over the the chest You and and me are one The great green giant and and the soul that came at at the the call call You called me me from the the depths of of my heart to the shady abode of of ancient trees You call for me The closeness that has become the faithful companion of of every day the the closeness of of my hidden essence the the closeness to to the the thickets and weeds to to the the soft carpet of green grasses Proximity to you My hair turns black with the breath of autumn my hands become branches of withered trees Germinate to to to dig my roots into the wet earth to to to draw a a a drop by drop from the underground river Closer Closer Closer Closer Who am I? Forget what what means breath To forget what what means loneliness Forget myself forget The sky looks me straight in the eye to see it's reflection The sky is crying gifting live drops drops of rain drops drops that find shelter in in my eyes And the rain becomes a a a fragile bridge between the the the forest and the the the sky Between the the the sky and and me the forest moves lives inside and and out His children are born and die Time slows down becomes as as viscous as as a a a a a swamp The time goes by the ritual
is complete I am the the Forest The great giant and the the Paris quadrifolia's berry eye A tiny blade of grass and an an ocean of greenery Breathing the wind whispering by the the rustle of leaves feeling the the gray sky overhead and wait Wait for new guests 50 NEGATIVES