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Mother I know thee not

Called forth from infinite womb

Nurtured in hostile cradle

I am of thee, yet estranged

An intruder trapped in a once familiar dream

Able to touch but unable to feel

The moon cries out to me

Before her council of reverent trees

This sacred grove, unchanged by time

Where grasping branches groan and bind

And whisper secrets into the night

Atavistic thread through Earth, flesh and sky

Ancient language long lost in time

Forgotten, familiar words fall without form

Like shapeless silhouettes slip between standing stones

What was, is and shall be

Lost on the wind and out of reach