wayfarers alike,
We cannot have love,
pieties apart,
We bathe in our Own,
a wanderer is free,
and always alone.
facsimile lust
as most petals settle,
We trek by wind,
alleviation in being lost,
curiosity beyond the stem,
immune to exhaust.
agnate beliefs,
We cannot jar a firefly,
We covet that light,
seeking to be let loose,
Yearning to explore,
putting our tails to use.
a species our own,
We wander alone,
always lost,
laughing at exhaust,
our feelings so loose,
our memories all we use.
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