I went out into the wilderness
Slept on the grass
Earned scars in dark waters
Heard the crying wildness
I tasted all the bitters,
But none were as cold as home -
So I sojourned on
I wandered the glass ways
Tasted strange dishes where
Many’s were ones
Sons of beaches lounged
And the sounds of the screeches
Could be heard in the night -
So I sojourned on
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I crept through dark places
Saw the dog stars shift phases
Some laying waste trails
Miles high and wide
But this land was to hard to lie in -
So I sojourned on
I looked down into gorges
Waters where dolphins slapped
Crystal prisms, dark shapes,
Strange paths with tapes that said,
“Don’t go there.”
Fair sights unseen -
So I sojourned on
I threw darts at soft targets
As hard men looked on,
Smiled their dark secrets,
And made light talk
Meaning well
Still,
They left my well empty -
So I sojourned on
I saw my past and my future
Reflected in glass waters
Perfect leaves held captive in one tide
Lime worms that slide and wriggle between
They washed away my fears -
So I returned.
