i travel, the more miles
below my feet,
the more turns of the clock
that awakens me
from sleep
the more i know you.
all becoming less
of a mystery. i see clearly
who you are. what wasn't true,
there was nothing there
to keep me.
the more i piece together
the fog of you
the more i realize
how strange and true
it all was
and that it had nothing
to do with love or peace.
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