In the midst of Somewhere, He was Nowhere
Wounded in full, quarter healed, half inebriated in the
passion of His desires
He continued with the stroll
Whistling in silence, flowing in the flow, knowing not where
to go
He went on with the stroll
Shattered hopes, dispelled beliefs, faces lost to adversity
He plodded with the stroll
Conscious featherweight, feet off earth, conscience weighed
heavy
He shambled with the stroll
No purpose on His mind, no want to His soul, halting for a brief
He resumed with the stroll
very nice....
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