Burning legs find my eyes watching the trees pass by me


As the road recedes behind me, too

The eyes in the back of my head watching the past

I am walking toward a place

That will be different

And then there will be jewels in my ears

And I will hear how crystalline proper you were to me, darling

Someday I will understand

How it all came to be

That without a separate reason for each step along the path

I will run out of reasons to count you my savior

My hero and paragon,

Who rescued me from the plight of heartlessness

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