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as the forest opens I walk on

wood arms embrace me

leaf fingers touch me

spellbound by the beauty of trees

I stand paralyzed yet free

rain falls down and cleanses me

from the filth of true life (or death?)

filth I sadly got used to

for dreams are true death (or life?)

nothing is like it was

arms and fingers shrink, closing all ways

the only path is through them

feeling the cold touch of nature

suddenly I have fingers and arms too

I can feel new life running in me

(new lymph) new life in death...

at last I enter the realm of darkness

I now possess the powers eternal

for I dared walk the path of dreams

finding nightmares, awaking pure