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The power of the unknown.

A force of good and evil.

The secret of the unknown.

Increasing,

It becomes entangled in the veins

of the jungle.

Snakelike,

It wraps around you.

The confusion of the unknown.

Why does it tighten and condense,

Leaving behind a scared Jungle Cat,

Once on the top of the food chain

But now bottoming out,

Lost among experienced Monkeys,

Wise and undeterred

by such childish insecurities,

swinging from tree limb to tree limb?

The surprise of the unknown.

Uplifting the spirit

through uneasy confrontations.

A bipolar instance of

Imaginary and Reality.

New experiences

Leading to old memory.

The comfort of the unknown.

The Jungle curtain yields

to a field of springtime

Daisies and Dandelions.

Bright Blue Sky

And a lone cloud marking the entrance

To yet another Jungle.

The power of the unknown.