In the fog of loyalty
shadows move following
a path that seemed mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
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#3083 if I were… a path
If I were a path I would be dirt
I would push through deep into the forest
I would never have everyone at once and
my guests would come only one at a time
winding path
to follow it you had to look differently, one step at a time, one step in front of you, feeling the sun, knowing it was there and asking for nothing more, making an effort, again, to look differently, but everything was fine, everything would be fine, today, then we would do it all over again.