I emerge
Driven down into the valley where mould developes
Shady all day, moist and by fungus relished
Between slopes one hiding the sun
the other hiding treasure yet to be cherished
Despite the lack of illumination
Being lost to the world in foreign flesh
I climb fending off weedy frustrations
My hand brushes the undergrowth aside
No longer can I live delapidated
With the paint for a canvas inside
I emerge from the wet valley
Not as a man but as a tide
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