Collage4 – Forest Faces

ForestFaces

 

How many visages sprout
within each mind-heart thicket?
What false eyes peer, what mute lips
grin or wince along fragrant
paths in psyche’s garden grid?

Be unplugged, robot upstarts.
Close now, spooky demon lids.
After sleep I will rise, green.

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