you may as well be gone,
here
how much i missed you
and
didn't even know
how high the roaming world (the frozen sea, the calm mother earth)
rising wild
inside
the lonesome badlands, taking
trips
alone
into the sea.
you
come back (tell me you'll come back)
and find
a way to be,
climbing (high) with me
to something else,
something
we have never seen...
it
(may as well) be me...
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