On Cobbled Trail

Save some volatility
for me. I have broken
my wings.

Unwilling to act against me,
because it will hurt you.
I was unable to show you
my hidden lake.

I wanted to tell you,
but will not, remaining upset
to find the moon tonight.

Go ahead Buddha, I
would dream of you praying
earnestly. Don't give me my destiny―
I would stop running.

Your curved eyes now
invite the clouds to take over
the moonscape.

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On Cobbled Trail