The Grand Delusion (draft)

It is a different light
in the same sky
that moves me,

the alphabet of life
on every leaf, every tree.

The forest keeps
its secrets sacred.

I still hear ancient names

from recessed ives
of the very woods

that haunt me
as a child.

This veil, this mist,
these webs of spider

cast across the hollowed crescents

like whispered spells-

undisturbed, deserted,

wasted. The same night
in a different sky...

the exactness of the heart
pulsed through unfamiliar eyes-

the grand delusion.

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