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Where all is lost,I find no cost,
To leave my soul, untamed, uncrossed,
Merely,
Nearly,
Something dearly,
Gone beyond where all are weary.
So there is a cost,
To be uncrossed,
To have one voice to lead you on,
Tired,
Aspiring,
Madness writhing,
Some are frightened of all that's dying.
And all that's trying to be.
More than what meets the needs
Of daily things, they build their wings,
And fall,
From it all,
Unheeding the call,
To just seek the beauty beyond their cement walls.
(11/2010)