a jewel i found in the forest, i left it there. as it rains i want to be moss, the green thick moss. can i be moss and be me at the same time. can i soak up the rain and smell like earth. the white pearls in amethysts beyond my reach. if i am real i am everything. this dream i live in, this dream that thinks i am only me. i scream and make the dark rough trees, that stand above me, shudder. only at the little creek the red-osier dogwood grows.