The peat and barks of obscurity
Mystery abounds, with unreadable stories
O! to be literate - overcome
Fixtures of compulsion, but no directive,
Untouched, darkened volumes.
Flowering pistils yearn for Eve
And her poetic communion.
I am a babbling giant,
Trampling the undergrowth
In the name of spiritual quiets.
The depths of the pines are covered over
And branches unfocused, denying ownership.
A powerful enigma, undesirous to be broken, for
God does not dwell in the name
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