The Circuit

such a long road
the trail gone cold
the scent diminished, the clouds
flying high and wide - out of reach
and the ground too near, palms
cut with crawling

it's been a long road, the curves
twists and turns, rough
rides hidden in mists and distance

here the old track is - I
recognise it, where I
started with darkness and heart, the
good intention
pared with effort
and reality, knowledge revealed

like ground under 
glacial ice melted 
by a scorching sun - 
bedrock of being: 
the way things are 
a far cry from 
hope and the long day

shorter now 
and more familiar 
for there is no 
new ground fresh 
new green vistas - 
all that is
	is here
and here it was all along 
before I went away
  	on the circuit 
to find what 
never was there 
does not exist

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