The dying light through the redwoods

burns an image of twisted appendages

they cool off their hands in the bath of the stars

the forest chews up the earth

spitting out half chewed leaves

if i can make it through it

i might be able to make it hope

without being swallowed by the monsters

that roam the canopy

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