The wind blows east, catching the tail end of a hurricane
Tempered by the coarse velocity at its bidding
Growling at everything in its wake
To create a safe passage at shutter’s door
Angry cries greet an ailing step
Into the depths of a squandering abyss
Past nightmares eked on crumbling walls
Blood stains for artistic accompaniment
Riddled with the illusions of time and space
Floored by traces on marked foot prints
A gentle nudge for one with a clear vision
Directions to a sweet homestead
For those who can hear the dawn chorus
Voracious appetites nurture my trail
Hunger deepened by mystery
Curiosity the only viable game
As I trust in the process
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