I’m learning the difficult terrain
of the heart of darkness. No maps
are available. Light never enters
there. The brain is helpless
which is fine. I depended on it
too much to no avail. The brain
is what I am or so they say but I sense
another element, perhaps the soul
I’ve never written about ...
But birds
lead us outside where we belong.
Around here all the gods live in trees.
Jim Harrison
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