Tired and weary
Walking the mountainside path
Aimlessly lured on
Clouds dissipating
Night sky immeasurable
Perpetual change
Wandering the land
one more typical dustup
I fume and sputter
Our mythical depths
A melancholy idyll
This life’s groundlessness
As it flew by me
maybe it was an omen
or just an owl
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