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"Vagabond Dream" toking
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Jun 28 16:51 UTC 1999 |
a slow steady stream
washes cold across my face
sending sparks of extacy
racing across my being
the extacy fades
and the cold remains
as my eyes blink to wakefullness
I find myself
not where I belong
but where I have come
all the same
the air holds too much moisture
and the heat will soon rise
sending me into delerium
for now though
the cold spray has energized me
I have been walking
today I will walk again
through this urban dreamscape
plodding my slow course
correcting every misstep
with two more in the right direction
slowly I am carried
by too worn feet
to a destination I no longer recall
when I began it was with purpose
now I've no purpose left
save to place one leaden foot
squarely in front of the other
paying no mind
placing no care
on where this will end
simply ignoring the growing pain
that cripples my legs
as I collapse each night
without thought of shelter
or need of companionship
I lay myself down
covered in the underbrush
down beside the tracks
hoping that tomorrow comes
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