A Poetic Encounter with a Dark-Furred Forest Animal
Oct 31, 2026 0:28
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Oct 31, 2026 0:28
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Where the river runs black amid the firs,
thick as a wall.
I see tracks in the wet bog. Large prints in cold
earth. Fur like night against snow.
Eyes burning
a calm green. You walk where you want to go without
fear of my hand, and the forest holds its breath
as you approach my path. I stand still.
I listen to the deep hum within you.
End of transcript · 68 words · machine translated
Der elva går svart mellom granene, tett som en vegg. Ser spor i våt myr. Store avtrykk i kald jord. Pels som natt mot snø. Øynene brenner
rolig grønt. Du går der du vil gå uten frykt for min hånd og skogen holder pusten når du nærmer deg min sti. Jeg står stille. Jeg lytter til den dype summen i deg.
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