lost

Deer never know where they came from.
They flee from cumbersome light,
shunning ghost gates marked by rough wooden poles.
Trees get lost in the hills. Old age doesn’t bring
wisdom to hawks and stones, old gods are
prone to destroy the context of the world.

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