What more rats and mice left the bush being frightened

Two roads diverged in a wood and I

Mother of Exiles From her beaconhand

napalm asphyxiated victims

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

that is me

i'm able to also invite all humans there

Are chaos wars violence massacres miseries and loss

magnificence is reality beautythat is all

Are never the same

I want to cradle this feeling

Take my hand in bond I assure you my lov'

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Fluttering and dancing within the breeze

inside the forests of the night

Brawling harming plotting hardened in them

Thou fosterchild of silence and slow time

Which yet survive stamped on these inert things