The forest was calling your name
in stricken syllables,
each letter
with a brave echo to it
fearlessly reverberating
off and through
walls and marble
silver and rubble
as if all of them
were no longer resoundingly different;
that in your entangled hitherto
of disaster, beauty and wonder
in a voice that would pull
the most comfortable all asunder
whether dazzling or dull
the wicked into flame
all would be dust around you
they would now only be same.

Inspired by the song Forest by Amberhill. 

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