The wood is alive,
nightmares and dream
in tandem
roam the paths of Merlin
without footstep warning.
This is a library of thought
interpreting each vista
as it greets our eyes.
The bison is a tree
silently sniffing the air
for danger
and the peril
of imagination.
Beware, he hears our stumbling
as we walk blindly between
the chapters,
turning pages at each corner.
We write our fairies and orcs
with each footfall
dwarves and elves
fleeting away
in the corners
of our vision.
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