few minutes i'm in darkness
i walk my way home by feel
someway my feet's memory
is better than my eyes open
for every hill, curve & roots
registered on my barefoot
air is thinner as i get closer
free from soot, rotten flesh,
forgotten garbage and waste
here plants grow big and free
there are wild beast that roams
and only my faith keeps me safe
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