Everyman-s

Into the woods
Of darkness submerged
Fiery embers floating in gossamer
Deep into the wombs of rustling leaves
Fireflies in sparkling darkness
Spilling sweats of blood across my long walk
Into the crosswind of lapsing moments

How much length of moments
I have walked into the rustling leaves
Rustling leaves that lapse in my moments
Of last will breathing in gossamer of my wind
How many times I have counted my years
In days and nights into the fiery woods
The prairie fire never extinguishing
My passion for a long worldly wise walk
In quest of a hermit’s wisdom
Into the deep woods of turning end
That rustles in my walking shadows
In the twilight of the frolicking fireflies

So many times I have thought
To leave behind all my wisdom in my lifeline
And so many times I have asked of myself
Whether I am yet out of the woods
Or still into the woods in my long walk
Forgetting the denied course of justice as ever.

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