A Distinct Location

dusty apparitions arise from unsteady tombs prey on tender light presage arid doom vibrant beacons glare from far-away abodes speak of missing starlight dream of once old murmurs in the darkness draw to my ears threaten of a mother for whom I’ve no fear I trek and I trek and I trek but an utter of no discernible source tells me to turn back stray off course i look behind is that my path? i look forward is that my path? did it all disappear where is my path did i have a path again alone always been alone always had no home why am i here

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