From where do I go

Why the tugs my darling fair

your strings pull deep the heart

wearing out the flinching time

at the road where feet must part,

each footing brings a pause for care

breaking back to carry weight

and here among the scenery

where the arrival is far too late,

so carefully bruised from heel to toe

I set my stride in motion

may the days that follow cradle me

as the depths behold an ocean.

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