An ant in a cornfield,
the lanes run on like veins.
Don't lose your head now,
just remember and float
in enveloping memories of me
your distant comfort (a ghost).
And with my lungs,
the sinews of your heart smile
and our cheeks join in unison:
a single swoon, solitary sky.
With no destination
we can never be lost.
Only wanderers.
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