What course of events has brought me here
Into the depths of these woods
What vacuum of self has led me so far astray
Into the ancient and mystical places
Where my thoughts reach—
Within some more finite space
have I become such a being ?
How powerful have I truly become?
In the multitude theaters
In the liquid of being
In the depth of the forest
How have I grown so tall?
How have I become so alone?
the sky above and the soil below
I am the theater for which these things are made manifest
And yet, deep at its core, I am still searching
I don’t feel loneliness as I have in the past
Like some semblance of nostalgia
When I was younger; more primitive
And I see things now, clearly
Woken and actualized
And I still feel the urge to fight—
Because it is my nature
And I feel the tension of everything
As I feel the universe breathe
And realize I am never truly alone
As tendrils of self are always elsewhere
My mind slips to the myriad dimensions
dreaming of some future aesthetic
As déjà vu
Familiar, and yet foreign
Close, and yet enigmatic
Intimate, and isolating
shall I wander forever?
becoming the dream of some design
holding within the concept of some greater nature