path

fingers starved for the night.

softly, go down the path

towards the forest. and forget.

tap out your meaning,

breathe the blood of the trees.

twist the air into your lungs

and back out again.

slow, the sky shifts.

solitary pines, whispering needles.

what life lives beyond--

you have no comprehension.

it's a lonely walk, long.

splitting shadows as you go,

threading the wind through

and around your wrists.

holding on.

tonight it's yours. swap songs

with the birds, choke the life

out of them, let them turn to mist.

you are you are air and song.

nature is death and all death is nature.

hold. it is behind you, always has been.

you're not alone. gently, let go.

it is ancient, it does not know

how to be kind. quietly.

you are you are mist and soil.

sink through roots, older than

your species. older than

insects and dirt and sunlight.

threads of life. threads of universe.

woven roots to hold you.

softly, go down the path

towards the forest. and forget.