Alone and drifting
Searching for the way, guideless
Wailing in the wind
Hollowed by the light
Still as a pillar of salt
There is no recourse
There is no harvest
All my clever thoughts, like seeds
Cast in the dry fields
We leap for meaning
Like green shoots reaching for light
Wither and fall down
As so often, your imagery is tersely deep and hauntingly beautiful.
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