The human sees half-human faces
Staring back out of the trees.
The trees only shake their leaves.
If one imagines the magical alien,
Then why pause at the ever-green
Frontier of anthropomorphism?
The faeries in the woods are trees.
"Come in! Come in!" human ears
Hear them whisper. Well, go ahead.
It's dark and weird enough inside,
And all the more wonderful since you
Can't see the forest for the faces,
Since the forest has no faces,
Once you're in deep enough, under
The signless spell, not even yours.
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