Wednesday, December 16

oh portland. oh seattle

ferns calling me from the north
paths lined with lies and moss
beauty incarnate
within both
the truth prevails
and in that embodiment
begins the hail


i feel her pulse
sometimes still
in the call of the wild
while on that moss lined hill

once fertile
now distant lands
a part of this past
comes undone
found its way to completion

a time beyond
and without a doubt
it was full of changes
all along

wondering whats to come
as i begin this new journey
in the dry desert land of the enchanted forest

what'll come
who'll be
where i'll go
i guess we'll see

for now
i'll revel
in the beauty
of the star dust that remains

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