for one unaccustomed
to frantic grasping
to frenzied longing
for objects distant
this wolf eyed wanderer
this sick eyed pilgrim
his desperate hunger
is all consuming

to heal
and close the circle
to heal
and not remember
to heal…

the storm oncoming
his vain self loathing
his hopeless wishing
and wishful thinking
the rain comes crashing
he prays for cleansing
and purifying
but more than anything

to heal
and close the circle
to heal
and not remember
to heal…

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