Angus Forrest

Undergrowth

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Loss of light and direction.

From gnarled roots and creeping vines.

Underneath a blanket night.

Series of turns and winding tunnels.

Stretch out in all directions.

Canopies and shelter castaway.

Dense earth underfoot.

A weary place far from home.

Cloud and fog boil the lung.

With nothing to do and nothing done.

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