Along forest paths
between city streets
among people
how often I’ve changed places
with empty spaces
diving into shadows
to swim in the backs of my eyes
something told me
they were the cracks
in which death resides
the places
in which truth hides
and I tried to leave a piece
of my dreams in each
for those who come after
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 2:21 PM UTC
Along forest paths
between city streets
among people
how often I’ve changed places
with empty spaces
diving into shadows
to swim in the backs of my eyes
something told me
they were the cracks
in which death resides
the places
in which truth hides
and I tried to leave a piece
of my dreams in each
for those who come after
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