The Journey Part VI

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Vintage Words

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Tell yourself that there is no

out. Time's passage was so long it

kept only bits of the earliest

memories.

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Your sojourn was like a hobo

sack, shoulder-slung, that told you

to keep trying to catch a train

when there are no more trains.

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What insists that you continue

roving around inside impossible

realms that implore you to continue

to wander? Sacred enlightenment

is for prophets. Tilt your halo.

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allets

09-22-18

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