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.