Where none can pass but you

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In the forest where none can pass but you
 ..
Where you go for days
led by the scent of honey
 ..
Where above you shift a thousand
greens as the sun rises
 ..
Where the small-faced ones
hangwalk with their long hands
 ..
Where nothing is cut at the earth
and vines are braided by spiders
 ..
Where at dark seeing is done
with your ears watchful of echoes
 ..
In the forest where none can pass but you
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