There is a warm liquid in my heart
something dear to the matter of trust
vanished,blurred in the haze of will
the dream I dreamed
about the things
called by their true names
things cold and hungry
like the wolfs in the frozen forest
where the spirit
is dancing with the wind
ritual of forgiveness,
healing sounds
wandering in the deep woods of the mind
I kept the finger on my lips
all night long.
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