Echo of the forest Poems

We are familiar with the shapeshiftings of this world.
We know the words and the silence
behind all masks
and the doors which each of them open.
...

the rooster's neck
has rusted away
too many times had it been given
to sing my disownments
...

She was dressed solely in my gaze
wrapped in it
and she asked me: how do I look? does it fit me?
my neighbours gaze was a bit too tight
...

I am sick of my thoughts,
Keep them!
You don't need them either?
Hm...
...

we leave
thus making a promise of coming back
without knowing, we step against a bow string
that does not break,
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We have become so savage
that wilderness became our enemy
and we've crushed it.
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Allow the madman
to mirror his madness in your eyes
and he'll crush you
with all the power he has been given
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From the jailhouse that my body is
my heart doesn't know anathomy.
It only knows some sort of morse code,
which it beats
...

We are independent
we have evolved to the point
where we no longer need
an executioner
...