here i trespass eight minutes
from the sun stranger to paradise traveler lost over field over wall and into mind open windows i will find i
learn to move i move to learn i move to learn i travel much too far to circle back to where i start somewhere suns
rise somewhere suns set in a picture i capture me alive surrogate memory to have when
i die i am the echo of footsteps in the garden
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