There is no wave

Lulling you to sleep

That does not break

On the shores of

Wakefulness.

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This mystery train we’re on, tracking back

On the rails of time along the stations of

The cross-cultural landscapes of the world,

Is being made and unmade as we travel to

Unravel the knotted stories we tell

Ourselves and each other...

 

 

Having come down

Knees rubbed raw

To this ground

Where lifetimes accumulate

By the return

Of nature’s laws