"alastomuutta" poems
when your limbs turn to night and bark, sticks against your feet.
the centipede kingdom embraces you to its breast,
a lost patch of moss who found its way back, cleansed of lies
plunge into the quiet abyss of mire and toadstool,
leave humanity behind at the edge of the woods
roots growing through the ground and into your body
forest, take me home.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC