cascading vines
descending from great lumbering
masses of trees,
wandering and trailing away,
losing themselves in
the tepid night.
Excusing an insufficient bearing,
they writhe in a bed of decaying
foliage, and slink off
through the umbrage,
edging
through forested thoughts,
advancing upon
perdition.
Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.
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