So, I followed Him
off of the beaten path;
the way, I thought,
He had gone. The branches
were thick; mosses, webs
hung, stretched, limb
to limb. Roots reared
up, rays of sunlight
stolen; dirt pushed aside.
I forgot my shoes. When I bleed,
anger flows, disgust.
I would have drowned all mankind, too.
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