Solitary, meager patch of dryness, eyes closed and head down
Cold wind around my face
Heart very much alive, upon this old familiar Earth. The universal constant
Just another traveler no different from you, or from yours,
Caught up in the same patterns of breath, sadness, hunger, and rebirth
My voice makes its presence known,
small, yet vigil
weak, yet purposed
scattered, yet held together
broken, yet defiant
silent in fearful reverence
silent, always
To all but one.
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