Poetica Spontenaium 10.21.04

I didn’t know what I was looking for
I wasn’t surprised being lost again.

Looking up at a near starless night
Seeking true north and maybe something else

That must have been it then,
that must have been why

I tripped, tumbled, fell on knees
determined to make me pray

With gravel ground into my skin
And palms forced from being fists to fight the fall

Even when I can’t find myself
All roads would still lead me to you.

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