Lost

On the edge of lost Expansive green sea vast and very cold No towns and no people no roads at all On the edge of lost Trees and brush and sky everything blended with everything else The wilderness all one thing The water everything infinitely blue and beautiful deep and icy Giant pines vaulting overhead dense with color blended into a smooth repetitive oneness No natural laws, only nature Purely wild On the edge of lost Gently curving mass of rock and pines long green wall arcing out as far as the eye could see The immensity of things so much water so much sky The wilderness seemed to bend low under its own weight On the edge of lost Dense hypnotic drone of woods Great liquid silence An easy place to lose yourself Both familiar and foreign Like a great curving mirror On the edge of lost

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