Sour milk, spooning
Pushed away
Poured out
Onto the gravel of nowhere.
The trail is uncarved
I am mapping the quest.
Happy in fact,
To pioneer ‘I’
The Road is unknown
And in that unknown,
I find unlimited beauty.
Solo…
Preferred.
For now.
Until the days of something ‘else’
May evolve.
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