A Mystic’s Verse, I Will Listen
I roamed plains, prairies, climbed peaks.
I fell into seas, slept and dreamed in valleys.
I groped about, lost in darker veins.
I rode a white mare into burning light.
I crept endless roads of loss,
Trying all the angles,
Having only a touch of vague friends.
Never simple. Not easy. No foundation
Before I...
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