Flavio Matani (flavius_m) wrote,
Flavio Matani

the long march

I glide across fields of broken glass
and cement spikes, and rusty thorns

I clumsily move along
under the murky yellow skies..

I don't know where I'm going,
any more than you do
but then, you don't either

even with your sure booted step, your confident smile,
the glint of an unseen sun on the metal of your armour

and yet you too, like me
must move in silence across the wasteland
keeping your mind blank and empty
of what is to come

towards unknown horizons, towards, who knows?
towards the sunsets of suns unseen, far, far away


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