I can see forest

I can see the trees

I know the difference

It’s the spirit, the feel

Part of the whole versus

The whole of several parts

It is only when you seek order

You realize what being lost is

It’s not a condition, it’s vision

Divorce the calandra, embrace the wind

Mankind can only make way

Making can only sense one

It’s a fatal flaw

The need to fit

When we should be lost

Detached from the chains

Left behind gold strands

Tied in thoughts of nature

What’s precious is not durable

It flexes and bends to the season

Lost in time, purpose, and being

The place to dwell and prosper


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