Ode to a past

"ode to a past"

i could just walk into the woods
into a hundred years past
structures around me i push away
crumble they shall
silently
as quiet as the clanking of tools of toil
the blood and sweat
of slaves

crumble

brick after brick
layer after layer
peeled
out of the eons of what man hath built
into the woods
of the beauty of the darkness of your eyes i shall enter
of the smile carved like a scripture of truth foretold
into the mesmerizing sorrow of your gaze i shall greet you
with devotion
like arjuna i shall guard you
and my poetry
shall be your fortress
though a hundred years past your heart lies
a portrait
alive
like the forest i am now entering
in an island
in an ocean
of mercy

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