The Road II

You travel far
and move little
speech serves to
keep silence, there is
licence in life to
go but move and find
the road rises, keeps
its own counsel, merges
with a truth that
stares at you hard and
cold and asks you to
take it in, hurting, stare
at your face and see
the other person the
other place within you are
still digging to
find, dig and find,
who you are
where you've come
the song unsung the look
unspoken the speaking eyes
are eloquent of
the redundant tongue
the road rising
the sun going down
and footsteps, footsteps,
travelling home.

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