poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

the forest deep holds council secret between ancient tree and the loving Mother in this sacred place descend cold rains; merciless legions of chill caresses their liquid whispers foretelling of sins washed away at end in forgiving breast here I lie at rest whilst flesh turns to ash longing to peace and memory to flight here she douses my embers welcoming the remains of fires that once burnt consumed, exhausted me 21-II-07
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