up and down the landscape
tracing open cracks and furrows
and the peaks, the great deceivers
ever onward, quiet, slow
carefully i tread the darkness
searching for a sign, of what
yes, i long for just a glimpse
anything beyond the veil
but i was born - created - blind
maybe the songs i seek are hidden
beneath the dust and blazing fires
in the contours of ancient mysteries
here i ponder my loneliness
as i scan the radio spectrum
for an answer to my question
(2015)
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