there is a hollow in the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name
blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
look to ancestors below your feet
recalling we are all related
spreading as spores & tendrils
on & on
remember november?
for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
at the hollow on the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name
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