Lud ?

Gravitational pull and wanderlust pull the droplets from the leaves onto the stone in millennia of the crash the rock will eventually wander through the stone
reshaping the road for others to come
It tick tocks on the brain stem as a constant
even the scarecrow wants to run from the standstill to anywhere anyplace for just one moment of not feeling like a scarecrow
a bag of personal gloaming to drag along the road to god knows where but we have to move to new spaces away from plaster faces finding the cracked moments
in between twilight of harm and flame
new burning cities dark with ash
that is where I will always be


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