I can't speak for
all of us who wander
during the night.

The adventurer who explores hidden cities

The Thoreau who finds peace in the unconfined parts of nature

The worm, who buries himself deep into the worlds and lives of books

The ones searching for something
grasping out into the dark

I cannot speak for all of
us who wander but for
some the act of
getting lost
is the act
of getting found
and only under the veil of night
can we explore

cities
worlds
and
ourselves