A step engulfed
in a moorland far away,
far away
under the floating clouds-
near the doorstep
of a skyward road.
Engulfed so deep,
so deep and mud coated.
Yet you fuss over the tingling stone,
caught up inside one mud-stained boot.
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Oh, how far we've come searching for faith in a world on fire. Faith in our notions of our nations propaganda since the age of maps— div...
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