Into the woods, I go The forest calls to me, The wild beckons me, The roots wish me to notice them, The bark wants me to acknowledge it, The branches scatter, reaching skywards, Hold me to the ground where I lie.
Into the woods, I go, Where I am both lost and found. Here life and death happen simultaneously The woods urge me to marry her Displaying her many secrets Opening herself to me Sometimes a shy bride Sometimes a cussing whore She pins me down, enthrals me And brings me into myself.
Into the woods, I go To live and to die To be lost and to be found To fall and to rise up To be me and to reinvent.
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