We lived lives the other never dreamed
you went no further than the ridge
river, dark of the woods
all that was real for you
rose and fell in that singular place
you could walk the boundaries
of your whole world in one long day
But I have never known
how to find myself at home
always adrift among worlds
longing for rest and the last
wandering year

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