Listen!
ONE BY ONE inamorata my bride of the woods the world is too big to know I feel weak as you do in a dream when you want to run camerado in the flats where we have lain our imprint is gone from view it is a secret knowledge pressed into the roots of the grasses little self wandering in the forest of my body you hear the memories call to you from just out of sight over here! over here! you are not lost so long as you know how to follow forward and your steps in case you need them are still there for backing out