Life is not just one
thing after the other
but time embalmed
here at this changeless,
ever-changing center of
the forest.
Trees and sky stamped
on a hazel pasture that
creates its own light
and blinding constellations
that move like summer days,
like my sparse thoughts
which will gulp the sights
and sounds
and take them back to
civilization where
cares have claws and fangs.
But here the parasites
that relish souls
scatter like spores
and dissolve in the
unseen cities below.