Eyes aglow for they are overtaken by forgotten truths
They bring me to where the mountains grow thick and cloud thin
To a world where time itself grows lethargic where I am the light
Forest roots drink of my memory, it's branches reach for me
swamps stench compounded in large carrion eating buzzards
Dead oak bark etched with a thousand lost desires
My arms spread out over, here the sun is sporadic
my nerves and veins sing here fibers of the land
stirring it up- time, heat, raw vision of these eyes aglow
The seriousness of these barren expanses, I the hot melt the hour
The lethargic movements slowly gather fierce momentum
Overtake forgotten truths evapourate the swamp
Build my kingdom a shaman of heavy mountains
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