I have walked in the first dark forest; I have hungered and craved all night,
for the stories told in the heart of the lightning-struck tree
and the stones of the path – devil take them,
who would not speak to me while I stood upright.
lying down, I knew I would not wake again any same way
with knowledge bruising my limbs, bloody and bare on the earth.
I stood to tell the tale; I rose running down the track
carrying the weight of a lost fable on my poor shoulders.
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