Like a siren, calling out against some mirrored shore
The song, a pheromone i cannot resist
Calling me to some abstracted place
To some frontline, a pugilist to the battleground
to slip into the green once more and become the Fayth
How it calls me, as if, one day a guarantee
one day i will fall
One day i will not be here
One day, i will slip back into the forest.
And I feel it pull at my soul. Gripping it like the tendrils of some great liana
Gently Encompassing
and I let it take me,
destined to become the fabric upon which this reality is built
just in its way
as if superimposing two realities simultaneously
Merging them within myself
And it calls me, jarring me awake
as if I have been a general on the frontlines
to the fractures of our world
to a point where, it is all i know.
it is all i will know.
& to make peace with that
feels like fading violence
As if spread feathers reaching for the sky
Bristling scales in the summer sun
as a breathing dragon
rising over the dominion of itself.
Consolidating power as the emergence of spring
cannot be ignored
in the service of some greater horizon
As a hymn to ephemerality
as a song to the visceral
Superimposing itself over the wreckage of all of my failures
I hear it over and over in my mind:
The forest spirit, is a god of life and death.
The forest spirit is a god, of life and death
The forest spirit is a god of life, and death.
