Beyond the giant Bracken
light is thinner
the Ancients don't lie in wait
there they live openly
among the dapple shadow water
these are the places we do not walk
down the river story collects
in eddies of time lapse and hide
like forgotten things
Up here where sun sings on moving glass
we oblivious and breath-snatched
wade shy feet in icy rush
sink in smooth delve in a yawn
unaware of our truths being carried
to deeper pools scrutinized
under the curl of timeless fronds
a forest of unread chronicles
I'd like to read all volumes
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