Ancient Forms

I wished –

That deer was still around.
It’s not The tree.
But it’s with it.
Collapsing farther through it.

Reborn.

Oh how the twinkle still exists.
Within what always was.

Grounded.

The only way to The form.
Because they don’t comprehend.
What it’s like to experience.
The Fear, The resentment.
The Form