And the Woman of The Woods said,
“Thank you for teaching me
the language of the woods,
in these carved autumn nights.
Thank you for time,
and however anciently forever.
It’s just right there,
it and the world of forms.
thank you for breaking space travel,
death, celebrities, and Instagram.
God, thanks for these realizations,
… or rather, I should say; reckonings.
To be reduced, humbled, then filled
All that go solo cannot be solo.
All that be collectively can only be one.
but beingness, only beingness are we.
Speak in that tongue.
Come, let me kiss your lips.
Let me kiss your tussen bark.”