…gently chaotic,
nested by a gentle stream,
every gent a storm…

Before the runaway,

Rain finds its groove,

Ailings are soothed,

Incense sticks lit,

Nightmares finding heroes,

Hopefully every runaway finds a cave,

Every nomad a tribe,

Animal some stimulus and fodder,

River an outpouring,

True love a home.


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