There was a color in the woods
of the sun threading into the plant life and leaving soft insect trails of grass burnt too golden till the grass, she flew out in a solitary vapor of the broad open sky of no people, no momentum.
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November 26, 2019
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Sometimes in life, you peek into a forest
And find out about the absence
Of manicured conversations, against
A sense of rudimentary—primordial
And speechless nature
Of woods, paralytic in their growth
Of savage shrubs
and all aloof, Off the trail
An orchid under a frozen lake.
It thaws and derives me
From my parched roots—
I am growing away from the blood-raided corporate altars,
Changing the way I think
When a lily drops upon my navel—
in her modest sorrow,
She takes away my hunger,
Of people and poetry.
Into a pitch-black pool without my spectacles, I fall