Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Hermit Chronicles: Aimless

"The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet 
and greet unknown fate."-O. Henry


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In the early dawn, the dark and the bright birth
My silver cage flew open, and I wandered,
Aimless

In the cool of the morning, the placenta of night
My foundling feet find rhythm, and I wandered,
Aimless

In the heat of noon, the umbilical light a rage
My downy wings grow furious, and I wandered,
Aimless

In the dying day, the flower of life now closing
My infant dreams lay in grasses, and I wandered,

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