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Prodigal Return of the Wondering Albatross

From far my travels I've returned Turning dust to paving grass roads Through all those dark musty alleyways And clustered-off rocks Into lush valleys of cobbled mist Bringer of light to the trodden grounds Purveyor of storms in the unspoken seas Whips and waves I've riden them all To a freedom of the vast empty The countless clouds I've traveled with Though nameless More familiar to me passerby's The whistling of passionate winds Caressing and lulling me into peace I am now here The here that is stationary, Lacking purpose, fostering fear Fearful of stillness Reminiscing of the stillness I beheld When I was on my way Traversing through dust So there you have it, I will set off once more The life of a nomad is a life to live Nameless to the world But shameless in a word Huff..    .... huff...         ...  huff......

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