time in the woods

under the blanket of warmth laid by sun

i walked the forrest
with vague anxieties

a foreboding before the passing of knowledge

i did not play the role of alice today
rabbit holes called out in vain,

‘darling, darling’

long after i’d turned my nose up

a change is here, past the obvious of
leaves twisting to the wind and children
growing sleepier in the evenings

the battlegrounds have cleared

curse words of lower conscious
catch a gust of my attention, not
the wrath, enough for war

truth on its head speaks differently,
with vowels and consonants for peace
only new borns know

and i, blinking
in soft new light, am
boundless, breathing

on newly stilled ground amidst
echos of madness

much love,

zoe

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