Some sort of Dream


I hadnt any moments where in this journey
Or the one before it
I was arranged in a state of sheer ecstasy
No, not one path had formed itself to be some sort of dream.
Not one fine walk was extraordinary.

I took my pictures in earnest
And arrived in a new place with some state of grace
As if a king, maybe
As if my men have ridden here before
What men?

What a land. Something that changes so often.

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