Wild Woods

Oh with wide eyes
Wild eyes and shaky hands
Peering over cliffs
Moss muffled footsteps
I write my name in pine needles
And look for insight in DNA sequences
Oh, I look for falling branches
Fanatics and apathetics
Stepping over lukewarm pools
Snares and booby traps
Till the wind and waves make sense
And I forget the danger
Of ancient woods and solitary places


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