Blending into the background becoming one with the jungle
I hide from the mistakes and loves that I've bungled
Practicing my own witchcraft and shape shifting
It's only my soul that I've been lifting
Pouring my essence into bamboo shoots
I feel my legs grow into roots
Digging deep into the earth's rich soil
I leave behind the baggage, the sorrow, the toil
The moon rises high over the trees
I feel the nite creatures come to me
Believing in my nature and what I am
I'm only the lion that lies down with the lamb
An alchemy concoction that I brew in my head
I feel the vines slide over my body and make me instead
Something that is more of the major elements
It's alot more than I can tell it
And my bessom lies near to my hand
It's more than Custer's last stand
I feel the mists rise and carress my skin
It's more than the shape that I live in
And my Crone self cackles and babbles in unknown tongue
I know inherently that I've come undone
And become something else that no one can see
I'm immersed in the background now..let me be....
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