My self roams - in this nowhere
I have - no words
naturally
through torrent - through fire - through storm
speak - perhaps scream
of heaven
even of earth - and - man
when all I wish
is just to want - all
will be given
way - not lost
just a pace further
and a wise retreats
-
to his nowhere
Demystified Twenty-three
© 2021-09-02
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