The Hunt

“There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain”

“In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim”

“where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection”

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