A Walk Into the Thicket

I walk into such thicket for such answers Life purpose For hope of learning nature’s charms To find life purpose For those days I lay dying I hope to not discover—not living I not want this life to live Not to give up. Unless it neededly be so I wanted to remove from life: That which that that fight bad [And]Cowardly chaos I sought to rim wide and tightly the tree [of life] To drive life into no certain escape To deprive, of all luxuries, it. If it prove a fighter . . . Then I’d so speak of this In published prose Be it gentle—or sweet As lover may so be Of such I’d ably speak truly I see as it lie—in men’s lives For there to be an unknown Whether it be: DIVINE OR DASTARDLY DIVINE I walk into such thicket for such answers.