The Path Most Traveled
The polarizing duality between Carbon and Love,
The wide field where we bask in honey,
The meandering breeze when her voice it sings,
The whole night wild for you and me.
In between the crescendo and the wind chimes
She was sure she could see the time,
Made it out a flying home,
Made it loose in her prime.
Took a charm out his belt
Yelped to God his whole day out,
Walked to the moon on a cobble road,
Squatted a train from Massachusetts to Oregon.
Vacant look, the world wide steering,
Over the ice cliffs into the canyons
Beyond the forest into color
Over the mountains and into each other.
by Ben Bussewitz
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