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With ferns at the side of the road

And little pebbles beneath my feet,

I haul myself, foot by foot, further.

I carry my ideals into the deep forest.

I search for holes in the sky

There, above pines, above clouds,

Where minds are lost and found

And still I dwell as dwellers do.

Hot pockets and cold breeze

Surviving on thin tears of tulips.

Bites of fears from furrowed bark

Feed the landing of each step.

And no yells of life leave me here.

Oh, no one tells me I am alone;

Leave me here.

Roads and ferns, pebbles and steps;

My foot is on the path I know.

I search for holes in the sky

There, above pines; above clouds.