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.
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