• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 02
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Pathways

come light, the parting of the haze,
he knows, as we all know
down what path our instincts take us
the slow-fast journey,
the unknown familiars,
learned blood and learning senses
converging in twilight
beyond thoughts, beyond horizons
where stored memories return
beneath our feet, stretched in sleep
awaiting future travellers.
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