Saturday, April 14, 2012

Yes, The Forest Knows




Everything burns to ash, this the forest knows
And ashes fall with fall, this the forest knows

Deadly distances and unmoving magic
Blood is heavy when cold, this the forest knows

Would maniacal compasses make hell
Of the minds of men? Yes. The forest knows

No progress without cannibalism 
And changes are no where this the forest knows

Livers make mausoleums of grief
Like every other grievance the forest knows

Monies are worthless paper cranes
That melt between the lips the forest knows

The only distinction of salvation
Is mixed with distractions; this the forest knows

Life is nothing new though staying alive is
And man is plague; this the forest knows

You will surely die inside it's depth
Alone an learn everything the forest knows

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