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I am again
What I was once then
A meandering vine,
A Bedouin
Wandering through
From place to place
Not belonging
In any one space
Like a tumble weed
Blown along
In a black and white
Cowboy song
Long goes the way
But so short the occasion
A shepherd, not brave,
Yet sometime brazen
Having failed to speak
And then too much
A wayward boy
Again gone lost
Past and future
Ripped asunder
Gives the thoughtful
Soul to wonder
Life unreconciled
Strewn about
Synthesized in dreams
Of the heart
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