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I must be walking
closer to death
for spirits of the forest
are stalking me
visiting with curious hope
like ghosts from the past
talking to me as kin
as familiars wooing me
into the fold of contentment
for as of late
I have forgotten peace

The ravens mingle
displaying an agreeable gathering
of brotherhood hovering in the heavens
teaching me the ancient language
of their ethereal splendor
freely winging great distances
stationing their leavings and arrivals
their voices hailing invitations
to join in the eternal

Deer’s eyes dwell within mine
incarnated as friends
from old companionships
casting their narrative
of gentle kindness
knowing the truths of solidarity
illuminating my path
to this community of belonging
far from the tides of loneliness
far from the deep wells of despair

the spider spins his web
sculpting a portrait of my lifetime
each pattern evoking my inevitability
shivering in winds that quiver with change
blown by the subtle breezes of destiny
weakened but strongly bonded
each strand connects to the other
and stutters at its final end
to cache the dreams denied me
enraptured by my callous regret
given peace and solace to be laid to rest

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