We live here. Others
Enter. Very few ever
Go, although we know we all
Have additional
Lives beyond these woods.
We make copies of ourselves
And send them away,
But we stay here. We’re home here.
This is the one true forest
The one that you could drown in,
The one through which our ships sail,
Where we live with memories.
You know this, and you know us
Because you are the forest.
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