From the trees, I saw it: a bright body, the sustainer. Under the Woodland’s great shoulders,
I walked towards the place the forest
held closest and grew from,
secreted by green and brown.
Through leaf-stuff, I found the shore— Where earth waned, it was not bright at all but stone-dark; it was only a lake
combed in reflections of Above
From the trees, it looked bright
in all the right places.
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