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Feb 2012
Forest lands
And untold plans
Hand over hand in the darkness.
Following scents and sounds
On this fickle ground
As soft as your vaporous presence.

I have to wonder
Where this path might lead,
The silence leaves me too much time to think.
The darkness brings me to my knees,
Time and again
Hand over hand
I get back up,
Get back to trusting.
I hope you know what you're doing,
This time.
Time and again,
Hand over hand,
I hope

You know what you're doing.

(I can only hope)
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