Wednesday, August 31, 2011

discarded map

navigating by the stars & ignoring the signposts,
following neither scent nor sound but a sculpted moment in space,

clambering along a rocky outcrop, at the hand of which i might have fallen again like a weightless stone,
somehow i stumbled upon a clearing in which i could breathe, if only fleetingly.

but now the hairline of home has become visible over the horizon,
i don't know which way to look.

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