center forest Goddess all seduction
unnamed garden of my hells
earth laguage, far away Her distance
perfect She yesterday, her images in times
without story today
sentinels hide it in a thousand paths
toward the darkness, watching me as
me mutating in shadows to the day without sun at the pace of
man on any root
mute army in the song of the winds
secretly pointing out the language
where storms are born, via light rain
ignorant I ... looking for her on the ways
She was always in each of the lighthouses, my infinite destinies
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