Where the road leads
the trees do not follow
and when the breath begins
the eyes awaken with glory
tendrills of hair marking
a face unafraid of the future
...since a soul untethered and unsutured
never commits suicide
but dwells forever on the side
of the road, dark and void of trees
...the point where all roads start
and where they lead.
By Claire and Eric.
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