La Traversa d’una Selva Diversa

When the mind travels,
The place goes with it.
If you start writing

Wonder, remember
This: “Wonder can kill,
Accidentally,

What it loves.” You, too.
The mind takes the woods
Into the forest,

And the strange forest
Bordering the path
Through the heart of it

Starts to die, to shrink
Away from the mind
Full of darker paths

Through a denser wood
Where names are monsters
No mind ever named.