i walked into the wood.
leaves turned mush, wet rocks,
naked open mouth cave.
come inside me, holler for the echo.
mud between my toes.
in the fog of that night, the fog of vision past.
in the damp forest of a city,
orbs of light pass by me.
hollow alien brain, shapeless spirit animals,
trick of my ever dying eyes.
i wish for a great hollow,
now i have as such.
mercy make it be.
let it be.
i have done and done and have nothing but memorie's clutter...
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