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Seasoned

I am a sojourner
having thinned my soles
’tween the youthful vigor of the warm Pacific
and the cold awakening of the Atlantic,
and I am weathered, fit of wear,
sufficiently rounded to 
ply my strides where now I walk
amidst the soothing souls.
 

Always?

Why must there always be
a little “Never” in “Always?”

Heated

for all them wanton,
ingots
glowing,
spewing,
molten of her valley,
keep short thy tongue
for alas when
desires quelled,
them vanquished,
embers left evanesce amidst the Ashes

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Enigma

it is the plaintive lament of the sojourner,
his curiosity directed to discovering
what is the fate of the roots,
once them loosed of the Ground?
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