Wind caressing my body, smooching its contours
Eyes closed, body on subconscious tour
Descending a ladder, trailing a scent
Dashing along the path in which the smell went
Through a maze, onto a thorn garden
A look to the left & right, I see fadden
A gaze at the sky, a prayer for direction
So fast, perceiving the scents resurrection
Character observed, signature noted
For soon I shall bag me a goat head
Chase ensuing, scopes on point
Disregarding the pains & cries of the body & joints
Into the tempest, into the amazon
Up the skies & across the horizons
The pursuit continuing, I care not If its endless
For all I’m left with is my feet, no pants and bare breast
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