In the woods, where lives calm,
Is a place where life and decay
Persist in an eternal synergy
As does body and soul
In a communion with everything.
Paths neither begin nor end;
Simply directions to follow
Along the way where one evolves
Around the notions of predatory
Intentions that must have - to be.
Or by sanguine ideals of romantics
that must be – to want.
And in reality, where perspective reigns;
Neither chaos nor serenity have matter.
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