No longing or belonging
no quest
no reckless search
only clear,
cut,
what is an action worth?
Turn, and turn again
to find yourself back
on the path
that twists from your feet
exposed on the eye promontory
where you cannot find
what you don't know you seek
To profit
to trade
what of loss, can be lost?
To be someone
else
contain an other
birth the ingrained
brother-self
Recognized
in the words
that echo
the bonds that bind
your shadow cast
over the path
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