Deer

The woods
where the light is always hidden
always movin'
always stoboscoping my retina
where the quiet is never still
and even the smell is noisy

The vast amount of trees
hovering over me
- as if I need to be hidden -
somehow forbidden
where the deer are always here
but mostly hidden
like pain, peripheral 
pain that is always here
but mostly hidden. 

Feet on the decay
stepping on cracking bones
seeds slime mycelium spores
and chlorophyll always on the reborn
cursed wires and busy branches
the ongoing whisper
of the wind
with its sickening thickness
hiding the air
I
can't
breathe!

Am I out of the woods yet?


I.A.m