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out of phase
i can feel the ground beneath my feet.
the terrain muffled by the soles of my shoes,
the even hardness of pavement
gives way to soft padding of shoed feet on grass.
i pass cities and traverse eons in a single stride,
hoping every step takes me closer
to where i’ve always needed to be.
but how will i know when i belong?
too long i’ve spent out of phase,
oscillating extremes of too much or not quite enough
to finally feel like i’ve arrived.
ever in search for a harmony to a tune not yet written,
i walk on
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