A Walk
A sudden bonus is to remember to learn
How to escape treason of oneself
The walk that was designed long ago
Avoiding the desert off the beaten track
With you, your southern soul
No road work ahead
No indifferent hell.
We will visit the landscape
Invisible to goats, sheep and horses
grazing and sharing souls
Giving away the beauty stripped
Of all misleading decoration.
I'm going to learn how to walk
In our common dreams
When all our daring missions finish
This poem is about:
Me