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Guileless found himself entrenched by hills.

Various in slope and cadence alone;

willing to suffer his steps towards home.

Guileless was without hope, unwilling

to part ways from the path he had beaten;

a sand-colored vein in the grassy green.

For the umpteenth day, Guileless parlayed

with the notion to divert, and declined -

he was sure to arrive when right was right;

when conclusions, foregone, were corrected.

He felt himself neglected by nature

and Guileless thought no, this cannot stand.

So he sought a form separate from land:

borne of air and resplendently aware

of its bold, reflective absurdity.

When its pipes would bray, coughing forth gray steam,

it would take flight with Guileless in tow.

He couldn't have known - its mind was its own,

and so he was lifted without a say;

watching as his self-made road shrank away.

He shut his eyes when these new skies turned clear.