an ocean's length that separates
shores of past disintegrate
treading tradition
to see
if a path clears
a light behind me disappears
gasp of breath in the face of fear
treading tradition
to see a path,
but I can't see past my hands
drifting aimless with arms outstretched
tangled vines take hold of my neck
can I find a way to a place I can call home?
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