i mark the entrance of the water
where the foliage sweeps the stream
deep hum, siren, and a thousand hovering breaths
keep this time with me, rouse the
growth of the green
no black eye dares the light, a
wooded fever glistens like fire
against the deep void
i pressed my thumb into the bark and
felt a spill
grazed my knuckles to the grain and
swarmed electric to the touch
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