I’ve dreamt about that cabin in the woods; 

A fortress from the hurlings of societies’ wails, 

Sheltered in the encampment of timber and mercy,

I found my soul in the mesas, 

Upon the ruins and crevices of time, 

I journeyed up the glacial cliffs, 

Where warmth made love to the creases of age. 

Photo by Perry Kibler on Unsplash


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