blueful

[blueful]

And then something groans
far off beyond the trees
It mutters gangrenous syllables
that twitter through
the suddenly quiet forest.

And then it begins to hunt you.

You spend months in that purple world
of danger and beauty curdled together
exploring
learning to survive
making friends
and always hiding from
the thing-creatures.

But one night
your fingertips tingle
And you wonder if you can do it again.

CHORUS:
How many worlds have you moved through, wayfarer?
Will you ever stop moving?

--(youtube.com/watch?v=wx4_g3mgw1s)-- :: "moving"