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Packing and suffocating
just to hoard awhile.
Unleash and prop in the next chapter.
How many more times
will I have to revolve around the clock timer?
Displace my comfort.
Stir up and riffle my stability
just to watch for the final sunset.
Until the explanations to my pebble have to dust
out of my mouth again.
A gypsy life not for three.
So hard to handle for anyone but me.
Practice, practice, reset and stay.
It's a cycle I'm tired of.
Grown accustomed to delay and anxiety.
Longing for roots and more tomorrows.
Fly me away with wings of fire.
To disintegrate left behind memory
that's tying up my feet.
To ignite a blazed landing...
To grow from,
to be content on.
A place to be when my pebble wants to fly.
David Alexander Walker
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