wind carried a voice
night sky told the way
my feet are not tripping
over the road my arms float
back to LA and in a radical position
needing photo's and a pencil
posture is taking form
non-attachment
of mind i am trusting
the sun will keep me warm
the land should hold my spine
up right
my heart has the felt-sense
with this freedom
wanderer has come to time
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