Infinite Taiga
You’re already in it
And nobody in it
Ever gets out of it—
You might as well be one
Of the old believers
Who fled here on purpose
And makes clothes out of bark
And eats food without salt
And will not survive long
If the outside finds you—
The only way to leave
Is to vanish deeper
Into black-stick thickets
That fade into the snow
Then you’re gone to yourself
While the forest still grows
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