The Sea of Trees

The wood, the wood:
 a quiet path through a dark wood,
  a jagged path that only the moth knows,
   only the blind see.

    The sea, the sea:
     a sea of trees with waves of leaves,
      and I am an obelisk,
       a pillar of black stone in waves of leaves
        in a sea of trees
       that only the blind see;
      beyond a jagged path that only the moth knows,
     a quiet path through a dark wood.



          Through the wood,
             the wood.