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Vagabond Conquistadors
Vagabond Conquistadors
David J Walker
Having wept
And slept
At the bottom of the canyon
I’ve become the climber
Of mountains
Where I may see for myself
The residents of the clouds
And find that
It is a lonely place
Unaccustomed to the resonances
Of habitation as
It moves on
Without the vagabond
conquistadors
Claiming clouds
in the name of Christ
I have flown and fallen twice
For the believers of fables who
Know only what the hear on Earth
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