The woods distorted our
reality and footed dusty trails muddled the way. Passioned trees undiscovered.
Sneaking through the bushes like fleas fleeting. Cruel, smart hidden insects. Moving
beyond rock beds into graveyards. Old metal molded, fearless dark, absent sun.
Conquered woods play away from rigid home, a place of protection enclosing the
imagination expanding the closeness between us. We were then children, we are
still now. Footprints remain in the woods…
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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