this land of mine
not benevolent or civilized
but i will train your eyes
to see
my trees are filled with onyx crows
their roots tangle with pitch and sloe
the blood here doesn't run, it blows
but i will teach you how to breathe
you may not just go where you will
the hills leaden darker, not lighter, beyond hills
but i will teach you how to abandon feel
your way to me
i've built scaffolds over the deepest parts
when you're exhausted i'll build wheeled carts
but don't be disgusted with the dark
it's the only way my land knows to be
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