The Edge of Bavaria
The motion:
The breeze through the window and my wandering thoughts.
This jagged ink provokes beauty-recognized,
Unwavering and clairvoyant and I mean this:
This train makes sounds that help me breathe.
This life makes purpose through bending, countless futures.
Here I found at the edge of Bavaria
And into the endless blessed rolling of river and hill:
God and a dream.
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