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a dark, dreary dream it seems-
no fog thicker than it's haze
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this land is real, it exists-
this place has a sign with its name
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no map on earth has inked
to draw the arrows to this maze
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a garden of eternity,
where the rabbits, feral and wolves, tame
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this place is cloudy,
but each whispy haze weighs a metric tonne
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the crown on each tree
and their boughs so far up their trunks
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they form a cloak, impenetrable
that paints it sable against the sun
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and what little sunlight dies-
in the ebon sea, its flare had sunk
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there is no light here,
save for an oil-less lamp yet to be lit
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an ashless bonfire-
wood yet to be gathered and be burnt
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these pixies have no home
other than the cage one carries them in it
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these fireflies have no light,
save for what is suffered and learnt
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the forest makes pub ******
of those who lose themselves there
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leches of those thirsty
who drink from its streams and creeks
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they fail and falter and fall on the forest floor,
and the bushes wake back to life and stare
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these are the sentinels of the forest,
and it is your surrender they seek
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skulls and rib cages decorate
and hang from the boughs in this forest
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the beaten trail there is paved
with the bones of the pleasant and their tales
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the lamps are candles stuffed in the skulls
of the truthful and honest
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you walk on these and where the bones stop,
you stand on where the last of them failed
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the night here is neverending,
according to whom have endured
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when it actually ends,
all memory of its trees and creeks cease
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each and every soul that stands,
has left footprints here for sure
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no telling which are the footprints of those,
living, lived, or recently deceased
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this place is cold,
the clement light drowned out eons ago
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it's cruel too,
this brumal darkness too tame to **** you
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it keeps your heart-beating,
pounding down on you with layers of snow
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it makes you forget the clement light,
makes you forget the warmth your breath once drew
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how you get there nobody knows,
one wrong step- the forest eats you
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from the sidewalk, from school to home, into the alleyway,
the forest eats you
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the door between your room and the living room's screams,
the forest eats you
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from the covers of your sheet into the noise of the streets,
the forest eats you
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from the street to an inn, back to the street again,
the forest eats you
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from the light of screen into the darkness of bed,
the forest eats you
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from the concave stomachs and a mountain of debt,
the forest eats you
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the stool between you and a knotted rope,
the forest sill eats you
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and then, skin hard and frozen cold
since wandering this grove of a thousand broken lights
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the crown of the trees recede
and the boughs begin to thin towards the opposite pole
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there is no sun here, other than the immolated torch
of your flesh burning bright
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there is no sun here,
other than the immolated phlogiston
that combusts at the end of
the dark night of the soul
