carrying nothing
a pair of cupped hands--
carrying nothing
until it becomes water to be
brought to the ocean.
carrying nothing
until it becomes water to be
brought to the ocean.
i vow to travel lost, arriving each step, amidst petals, from distant mountains, without names, speaking between quote marks, all the while humbly appreciating the shining maps that guide me thus.
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