A fresh page.

The reinvention

Of a long underappreciated discipline.

Empty miles;

A blank key;

No cardinal in sight.

I dropped off of mine,

Onto a new fresh page.

Reconstructing my roads,

My sights,

My landmarks.

I’m thinking of taking up 


I’m thinking I might have to,

So I don’t get lost

In my new world.



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