The far horizon, beyond focus…
Beckons timeless, transcends locus…
I will walk alone.
The new moon rising, dark and gravid…
Bears cold secrets, close and well-hid…
Light will never know.
Marching on, seeking truth…
Sojourner, resolute…
And when hard sunlight shines emboldened…
Ends the soft night, climbs beholden…
I must turn away.
Marching on, cruel rebirth…
Sojourner, on this Earth…
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