moon-shone

what is it    about these woods

that want to continually take me   that

want to make want to not cease to make me

what is it about these woods  that make me like

a servant      to them   wanting to  begin and

begin until   I cannot begin again

what is it about these woods    that cease to ever end

that is it about these woods   combined with this moon

that connect me     in a way a thriving city does

ask me to connect them in a way    that represents all

that can be
all that could be



all that ever



was