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forest guide, into dusk

Someone just died, not me but my shadow has retreated into the forest. Someone just died, not you, not me but all of us, our carcasses litter the forest. Guide me o guide, into the forest of self examination. The soul detests this rented body that i live in like a hut. But your body has sprung, become such a vessel of exuberance, O guide of awareness, you are transcending to a plane where the sky is the earths geodesic floor and pink martian mountains span above like the sky. Sprouting a bird of awakening from your tail you march through this realm of mediocrity, this forest guiding us( yourself) into paradise.

forest guide into dusk
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