All Returns

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In my dream

I am a stranger

to progress,

A wide-eyed child

on the edge

of reason.

Without knowing

but with

wonder

I follow the footpaths

drawn
in hillsides and into stone.

A thousand generations

never gone

but circling.

Call me
backward.

Call me strange.

But let my name

reflect

your deep within.

Each are a petal

in the patterns

unfolding,

And all

returns

to earth.

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