you go shrouded in mystery
– oh return of the morning mist –
walking the path of loneliness
under your steps shutting the world’s

(and I know
the quality of your silence
colour, shiver and density
resonating and swathing me
like a surging forgotten

If peace
is awaiting you somewhere, then
beyond the line of ended times
and only then. Burning away
tears of determination slice
the space

walking the path of the unknown
come blood or fire, for long alone
do not stumble, do not delay
under your steps hope is coming
to light

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