Patience / The Untold

Like dark forest ivy

inside you I twine;

a lilting expansion

on planes undefined.

Growing in essence

and vastness so broad

my leaves I unfurl

through space you to hold.

Bursting and breathing,

a spiral I fold

as knowledge is drawn

and a heart yet be called;

And even if patience

be all I can mold

I happily lean

in the untold.

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