toe
to heel and
heel
to the stars,
you know not where
or why
you go.
but go you do.
go,
you must.
the answer
roils
under the pungent musk of dead leaves.
whispered there by ravens
and crows
and mice.
the hour draws near,
and you walk.
and you walk on.
all paths lead to love.
but will your path lead to her?
and you walk on.
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