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convoluted

in a convoluted world, nature pleads,

a nithing pole rises, ancient warnings heeds

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midst urban tangles, it stands defiant,

cursing those deaf to Earth’s desperate cry

sword

∴ she held the belief that I was a creature of the forest, in the dappled evening glow where wolves abound

however, beneath the boughs, my truth remained concealed—a silent dream of the woodland

amongst the leaves, my sword lay hidden, crafted from branches with an ancient design • a guardian of nature, my true self revealed —the essence of a soul, a surreal truth

she saw that my eyes were filled with tales of untamed woods, frolicking with the ever-shifting seasons and

unrestrained moods • in the quiet where wind, fire, earth, and wood converge

antlers adorned my wooden crown-a symbol of power, a testament to the wild’s renown • through the trees, my truth unfurled-a creature born from the the ancient wood

she, the truth seeker, delved into my lore, feeling the pulse of the forest’s heart in the quiet between our breaths ∴

singularity


the singularity may finally breach,
beyond comprehension, all knowledge will reach
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non-singular minds, no longer tethered to the known,
in realms of understanding, may they find their own

clairvoyant

∴ wandering beyond the clutches of time, she perceived realms outside its boundaries ·

enthralled by mystical reflections, forest creatures and ancient trees sought her connection, drawn to the clairvoyant soul in their midst ·

she predicted futures darkened by hunters, fires, and looming harm · yet, nothing could dim the radiance of the impending dawn, offering hope for a rebirth, a chance to mend their fate, as roots anchoring deep into the forest of a renewed world’s destiny ∴

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