Walk the wild ways,
Let roots entangle shoes,
Seek no freedom from
Nature's pressure.
And so with love.
Thoughts do wake the
Sleeping heart to race
Through feeling's forest,
There to open once-locked
Doors for twining vines, for
All the complications which
Spin the lines that bind
Minds and souls, a-sundered
Spirits born alone but for
This beauteous calamity
That forges wholes from
Holes.
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