Where does one find
the drive for life?
Go to the river-
where stones are cast-
prayers, bloodfight.
Is it of organic ability
or some inherent nature?
Is it found in the ashes-
reborn into stardust?
What do you do
when your soul is dying?
Go into the forest-
will you find it there?
Stumble across fallen oaks
by twilight-
pines tower over
and bend together
like evergreen caves.
The leaves have names
in languages unspoken
by human tongue.
They grow together-
their roots laid bare.
The skies brew above
gray as smoke-
billowing out of the witches cauldron.
The embers ignite-
demonic bark-
wooden flesh.
I am one
with decaying sediment-
and blades of green.
The end is now-
the end is never
when you thought it’d be.