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THE TRACKLESS PATH

Wholeness

1/26/2021

 
I love people,
And I miss them,
For they have pierced me
With their essence.
They have given me a part
And refused to give me all.
And so I bleed for people
Great and small
Where 'ere they roam
The whole world wide.
There my bleeding heart
Goes with them
And with me that part resides,
That truest was 
Before they left me bleeding
Here beside
The road
That leads to nowhere
And somewhere distant shining.
There, when day is o'er
We'll put to rest
All wandering fictions.
Together we will sleep an age 
And rest ourselves in beds of flowers,
The flowers of our wholeness.
Until then, there's work to do
For I love you, miss you.
And I will not stop until 
I've wrapped you up within your essence,
Laid you down in beds of flowers
And poured over you my own.

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