Darkness calling, pierced by the lone
cyclopean eye, a road that bends beyond sight,
to roll through the forested bosom of enchanting night.

Where the asphalt holds a small barrier
upon undulant roots and curving earth,
where all is swallowed, digested,
reborn through midnight wonder,
until the blood sings with ancient notes,
once again remembered, stirring the soul
to dance with itself,
to love that primordial familiarity.

No path is too long to return to this place.
This place that has been dormant inside you.
Go there now, in the deep dark of your modern slumber,
awake the beast that seeks to revel there,
forget the names of things, forget the things you were taught,
act on what you feel in your bones,
act on what you already know,
on what you’ve always known.