Secret Symbols

And now, the secret symbols of our destinies
Lay written in a long-forgotten wood
Where few will ever go, as unexpressed unease
Hangs o’er us, everywhere, misunderstood

Like history, not told to us complete or real,
Like all around, when none around can see,
The mulch that soon will cover all our modernness,
The path of overgrowth that’s destiny.