Swallowed

Valley opens its soul
enough to swallow
in cold dark of earth stream
a myriad worn paths
which all lead to the old oak.

All paths lead to the old oak
and I must sacrifice
the cat’s eyes
of a myriad false roads
that stretch forth in false delights.

Valley opens its soul
enough to swallow the lies
in earth stream’s cold dark
my soul is swallowed
by oak’s might.

The Trysting Oak, Greencroft Valley

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