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The Well In The Woods Of The World

the well in the woods of the world
isn’t hidden,
exactly. But you must search for it.
Idly. Casually. Search may be
too strong a word. The well,
I’m sad to say,
does not reward Diligence
nor does it approve of maps.
Rather, it appears on a whim
and only in the right mood
whatever that is.
Until you jump
or fall
down its long dark, the well
is invisible to the world.
Once you’re swimming
you see again how it opens
to wide caves below the sea.
Somehow, you forgot this
more than once.

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