going where i am
is no where
and walking with me is.
the songs follow behind
out of breath.
occasionally catching up.
i move rapidly.
and once in a while
turn to look back.
without ceasing.
or only when
something important
has fallen off.
left behind.
without getting lost.
steeper now.
i hope there is a peak
to reach.
where i could stand
and look at all that
i did not halt for.
and the barrenness
of everything.
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