Ecosystem

Someway, somehow, I have to accept my past, my history, I'm a whole tree, many witches have laid claim of me, spiders, flowers, and berries, bunnies build their burrows, around me, existing among the world, is my ghost, and my spirit, the cold hard ground, and a poet, you look at me, I look at you, magic flowing, your spirit is haunting, oh, great web-weaver, please eat me, a child growing, a poet dreaming, of a gold mountain...

The Forks

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I'm just a corpse, a zombie, my spirit rotting, the heart that beats under the mountain, but nothing is real to me, just air, just dreams, it flows outwards, and it finds itself a story, something vibrant, perfume and flowers, it smells good but it’s stinky, the summer heat, so sticky, just a Filipino, painting pictures, of what's around me, so many ghosts haunt me, a mermaid in the distance, she wants to pull me in, marked by a spider, I didn’t know it then, but she was the string that was pulling me, a swamp and a water lily, dreams of cleanliness, for a toad bathed in blood, so filthy, magic and possibility, an open ending, I hope to pass, the jungle is scary, if I’m not careful, territory, and a barrier, not my land, a pack of wolves may eat me…