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Empty superior

Your waves hold nothing for me

lost in mazes of spruce

in search of Appalachian green...

Running water

Pale, Norse.

The faint white of birch.

Decaying yellow leaves,

decrepit and frail.

My heart on my sleeve...

And I don't even know

Who the fuck I am anymore.

I've tried so hard to find it on the north shore

All my gods are dead.

Or so it seems.

I left them all behind in Appalachian green...

Ever since I came here nothing has been the same.

My once unbridled spirit is now weighed down in chains...

As cold winds fall, the scent of snow in the air.

Ominous descent, the coming winter frail and fair.

Eerie silences shattered by shallow breaths.

We draw near to all we have left...

Empty out our souls...

The breath of winters deep...

The silence crystaline...

The woods begin to sleep...

I take comfort in that the soil beneath

my feet will some day lead me home...