The drifting days are like
a walk through a sea of
trees, I climb over dead
branches, fight my way
through the undergrowth
and scrub.
Light-flooded clearings
open up unexpectedly.
Behind them, even denser
woods where it is ever so
easy to lose orientation.
My heart – a deep forest.
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