I walk the night
and hardly feel
the ground beneath my feet.
The soft breeze cools
the fidgety thoughts
and brings me news of other climes
where souls explore
the boundless sweep
of far-flung lands and times.
While here and now
the soul contracts
before the lash of words
which need response
and we must serve.
But when it can
the soul steps out
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