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Winds casually gather in corners

Dancing with dust and debris

Turn up my collar, hide my hands

Eyes stinging from the chill



The entire world appears thin

Hard sidewalks mimic the skies

Lonely streets and empty sounds

Barren mornings, winter time



Moving slowly, heading nowhere

Thinking over the missing rainstorm

Idly shirking meaningless duties

Finding no images in the clouds



Morning meets the afternoon then night

Moonlight on grass fills the cracks

No companions, no dogs nor ants

Only the white moisture of my breath



If I walk forever with no expectations

Can I recognize the edge if I found it

Or is my temperament to rigid to see

Trained to move along and not ask why



Wasting thoughts on hindering moments

Moving in space, but holding on to time

The crisp air freezing my breath, my life

Pull my coat tighter against my body



I pass a cemetery with broken headstones

An open gate inviting me to explore

A tear pearls on my cheek, but from the cold

Not the impending irony of the day’s journey



A day, a life, a moment, as the walking dead