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Follow me into the thicket. Where the tangles are sharp and wide
Along the base of the brush,
Down the braided roots as they so unfold
Like snakes to a song; candles
To their flame as they wear away down the wick.
Oh the faintest of light would do me well here,
This dark wood in which I find myself
Lost.
A forest so dense that the sun fails even to penetrate, this cavern so steady in growth,
Where as no light may enter, no branch may depart,
Curling instead against the impenetrable lid,
Forever inwards as horns and hooks of web intertwined,
Such chaos confined to a single space.
I wonder how I came to be in this place
And much more still, how I shall come to escape -If,
I do come to escape.
Or maybe I shall be laid to rest,
As one of the ancient trees who dwell in this shadowy
Copse.
Along the base of the brush,
Down the braided roots as they so unfold
Like snakes to a song; candles
To their flame as they wear away down the wick.
Oh the faintest of light would do me well here,
This dark wood in which I find myself
Lost.
A forest so dense that the sun fails even to penetrate, this cavern so steady in growth,
Where as no light may enter, no branch may depart,
Curling instead against the impenetrable lid,
Forever inwards as horns and hooks of web intertwined,
Such chaos confined to a single space.
I wonder how I came to be in this place
And much more still, how I shall come to escape -If,
I do come to escape.
Or maybe I shall be laid to rest,
As one of the ancient trees who dwell in this shadowy
Copse.