If
only you were to see these woods through my senses.
The
thick blooded trees leer and jostle,
blurred
in my eyes
spectres
smudge and fascinate
Stand
accusing
You
would strain to see
through
my eyes
Your
human mind unable to emancipate your ideas of vision.
Burned
into your retina's
Shackled
to the bloodshot stare
Free
your thoughts to see and make the incision
in
your ears, like me.
My
eyes maybe blind but i see this wood
like
you never could
I
caress the vibrations of the elegant bark
Audible
gifts to me, as i sore unbridled
and
spiral
into
the darkness were i find my home.
