such a long road the trail gone cold the scent diminished, the clouds flying high and wide - out of reach and the ground too near, palms cut with crawling it's been a long road, the curves twists and turns, rough rides hidden in mists and distance here the old track is - I recognise it, where I started with darkness and heart, the good intention pared with effort and reality, knowledge revealed like ground under glacial ice melted by a scorching sun - bedrock of being: the way things are a far cry from hope and the long day shorter now and more familiar for there is no new ground fresh new green vistas - all that is is here and here it was all along before I went away on the circuit to find what never was there does not exist
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