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Traveler These experiences were everything I had
something special, something rehearsed,
something beautiful, something cursed.
Walking, walking, walking
through the forests of my mind
[Compartmentalize]
The Elements within
another lost poet-
lets' her thought's swim
in bottles of bourbon-
always with another one burnin'-
fire burnin- bodies yearning
as two souls go with the flow
a montage in the mind
traveling to illusions, guide-
The Essence; A lesson,
the greatst message
within thoughts- scripted- tested
living with one question
(as if I hadn't been given a map)
between the lines
the blueprint lies
as I still try to find
[my way]
walking, walking, walking
astray.
(Indiana. 2020)
