Tuesday, January 8, 2013

1.

I'm on a road.

Around me stretches a vast
empty
where shifts
nothing as fast
as the starvation of movement
or nothing so eternal
as the wondering of Joy.

Perchance
this road I thought was a path;
perchance 'tis only a road.

Still
I take a step.

I step one step.

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