To be lost
To step away
into unplugged and mapless places
Away from the security of comfort
and into the deep Unknown
From the deadening buzz of lights, signals, arrows, bells, beeps
Into the Great Silence, into mist and shadow
Into the gnarled darkness of woods and the wet bark of trees
We should go
We should stand again beneath (at last beneath)
To listen, to wait
for the creak of their bones
To see if we might find
In the soft whisper of branches
In the solemn cracks of old trees bones
Older than we are
Older than our generation
And our father's generation
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