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Right now is as I remembered it
rabbit hole at the Town's End
rose buds through tendrils twinning
thorns behind leaves behind leaves
with tomorrow now forgotten.

I crossed and would if could cross back
where in the wood the two paths crossed
the one chosen broken winding rotten
leaving a way my blessed place and fate.

I pray that what was broken is what is open
a prayer that creates a gate in the arboretum
where sun and rain abate and I exhort
Forgive my pride, Forgive my greed,
Lift the veil and show me heaven