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Nightwalk

It is a poetic night,
moonlight accentuates
the gray mists that
hang chest high
in this miniscule
corner of the universe.

Walking through
earthbound clouds
in a long leather coat,
a wraith still far
from the grave.
I contemplate nothing.

The surrealism
of the moment
wraps me in its
tendrils of fog
with an intense longing
to just keep walking.

Long past any endurance
human frailty can handle.
It is the comfort of my motion
and the oblivion of
being unseen perhaps,
or maybe it is
simply the fact that
soon enough I too,
will be a wisp
of condensation.

Dessicated on some
dawn not yet realized,
when that last white
cloud of breath
floats into the cumulus above
bearing my weary soul.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Leadaches

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