Brush the jade off
With a deep breath
And with earnest sighs
Stand tall in my new fever dream
With tired squinting eyes
Casted adrift with no anchors
Lost myself bobbing on the waves
With the lows and the highs
Drifting sinking ship
To a splintered wreck
A passenger or victim of the current
Washed up flotsom speck
And now, a new shore
Covered in jade colored sand
Outside a dark forest
Earnestly, with a sigh, I stand
Facing the unknown
Maybe beautiful or bland
Daunting or serene
Brush off the jade and stand
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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