Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men

Where none think to trod

A black wall caging in the livestock

All together lost within an arbitrary boundary


Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light

A lack of judgement yields to instinct

reach into the primal depths once buried by doubt

And find untainted, pure, sacred grass


The stunted growth now breathes

Aiming towards the sun, commanding my vessel

Vines emerge and pull me up

Showered in light, then I become

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