Fog in my throat
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Stoned Tracks
I've walked a million years upon tires of rubber and steel
Red dirt and sand roads lead to a mystery and time
The stoned tracks laid before me were more organic and silent than mine
Violent...maybe
But a harmony of whole and understanding without knowledge
Just being
Being giants and small all the same
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