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Searchers gathered where planes meet the trees

Like a cliff at the edge of the sea

Looking for answers to what they’ve seen

Cryptic glowing lights arousing curiosity

Lights dance with muted color, Spinning forms morph into one another

Will o the wisps in the distance hover, Deep in the pines illuminated cloud cover

Tales told by those who dwell near the wood

What is heard and seen is not understood

Chanting whispers for wheels ride the winds

It comes swirling, it passes and comes back again

Lights dance with muted color, Spinning forms morph into one another

Will o the wisps in the distance hover, Deep in the pines illuminated cloud cover

A stench grew the deeper into the woods they trekked

Forgotten path, not knowing what to expect

Retreating hooves breaking silence in the pines

Geometric patterns careen becoming entwined

Padded footfalls across the forest duff, Bare feet calloused and rough

Silent stalkers watchers in the woods, Keepers of knowledge robed with hoods

Searchers stumbling into the swamp to their waists

Trapped in confusion, from the sucking bog no escape

The watchers always hidden, masters of light and shape

Showing the intruders a revolving reflection until their minds break

Padded footfalls across the forest duff, Bare feet calloused and rough

Silent stalkers watchers in the woods, Keepers of knowledge robed with hoods

The kaleidoscope ever changing

Minds unformed rearranging

Angles break and come together

What is was never