There is a vast forest of my thoughts
Growing slowly in this
Expansive distance
And this shaking hallow wind echoes
In passive resistance
Against reaching branches
Marked by a remarkable drop in temperature
Rolling around and drowned
Caught in the undertow of excessive and
extensive self-expressive literature
You are the perfect example of uncertainty
In yourself, in your remarkable ability
To avoid direct contact.
You abandon me here in these woods
Completely directionless
And pondering the probability of your return.
murmuring to myself " you have learned
nothing."