Devil-may-care, seductive
Freedom wafts like an odor
From enigmatic pathways.
The darkness that terrifies
Entices us with maybes.
The young doctor with TB
Imagined the infinite
Taiga riddled with secrets
He knew better than to seek.
It's not just lust for stories
Brings us to despoil the woods
We'd half-hoped would swallow us.
Somewhere a magic something
Turns the keys that free belief.
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