Alone and drifting
Searching for the way, guideless
Wailing in the wind
Hollowed by the light
Still as a pillar of salt
There is no recourse
There is no harvest
All my clever thoughts, like seeds
Cast in the dry fields
We leap for meaning
Like green shoots reaching for
light
Wither and fall down
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