Hide or seek
This forest blurs
It’s both of either
I’m running deeper into wild grounds of my
Vast, involuntary keeper
Sweat stinging each tiny scrape
My full heart jogging
The grime that bogs me down is washed off with
Each Alocasia leaf that flogs me
To whatever rite that you see fit
I will eagerly submit
Keeper can you feel my flawed devotion?
Inner patterns that have failed
Turn to dust that I exhale
And I breath back in your new emotion
Joy or pain
These tears I shed
Are both or either
It seems I’ve wept a sea that’s come to be
The cooling ocean of my keeper