sometime,
I think of my body as a burden,
to always take it with me-
and feel its strange sensations coming from deep down my stomach,
~just before I get there!
roads are never truly seen-
only fractions of it, melting with the vision of poll lamps against the dark of night-
and the firm dedication of motion onward,
~wholly transported~...
if never been there before,
that should be the promised land,
omnia mea mecum porto.
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