in this place
yet heart races
ahead
emboldened and still now
feet firm upon
carpet of organic
matter
of facts this head erased
softening of gaze
as eyes fall
within
still now this forest wind
and this human
in natural ochres
sings (silently)
echoes of blood pulse
through the chords
of murmuring shrubs and
wet-black bark tales
emboldened and still now
this flesh awaits
late autumn golds and
winters rains
emboldened
and still now
this pulse
this place
Dawn 2013
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