Rain falls upon distant hills
Birds call out in primitive trills
The black wet forest calls my name
Awakened from its slumber to breathe again.
I wander into a labyrinth of pine
The odoriferous earth sends chills down my spine
Thoughts weigh heavy
With the passing of time.
Maggots that squirm inside my mind.
The living dirt
Pulses beneath bare feet
I walk closer to the concerto of leaves
Mesmerized by your melody.
Caged within by ancient trees
No longer swollen with their seed
No heart to love
And no hate to kill,
Plough her skin
Sew and till.
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