In the woods

In the woods

“In the woods
stream
whispers
forgotten stories
a hole with sparkling water
which has no surface
no mirror
only beings
them everywhere
and

trees
branches
leaves
needles
rocks
boulders
moss
languages
words
bits of
surrealistic visions
and those
are they walking
dancing
noticing me
watching
following every step
my step
leaves
plants known and unknown
pinecones
grass
mud
light dancing between
the between
the veil
in the air
touching me
sucking in
disappearing
in the woods
the best version of me.” Ch. J.

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