trees wonder where went i
i've birthed that lonesomest of walks yes
fulfilled to home haphazard lazy
unable to speak of images spilling through
dislocated
stirring me
blurring me
my direction
sense of place
finding seat within
within raining
there's a one-way street to distance
find it in mine
an intersection called self & other
it's that longing stretch of road
between hands and eyes
scatter
go forward
start back at the root
with soil
dispostion
my position
find what it was
again
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