Poem in a forest.
My heart is a hard dark seed hidden within the pattern
And the trees are vast
There are so many...
Count them as you stand in the middle
And they feel like forever
But the life of poems is filled to the brim with blaze and beauty
Only the mountains know how quickly it all burns
They see everything and remain
When all is gone they might remember
My green forest will be as black dust
Bared to the great many toothed maw of the sky
Chilled by clouds of cold and greedy starlight
And I ... broken open, might be lifted by your breath.