stop don’t stop

another path another woods/ woods/

stop don’t stop the woods is a fearful summons, the woods behind the house, customarily almost dark beneath a canopy of quarrel underneath, ensconced in a eco-system solemn with its impatient tongue up my ass, but no tongue/ invisibility and deliverance/ we’ve been walking through the woods almost every day the woods is ubiquitous and stands in 4 whatthefuck ever, satyrs all/ wherever we are place is almost, almost, almost irrelevant between the stalking horse, and beasts/ vulgarity, impatient street as a street with spirals , a summons and a spring/ a morning walk through the morning wolves who own this mountain pass as they have now gone off to bed/ stop don’t stop/