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ascended a staircase

through an air of dried leaves and "wecouldslipa-way"s:

a view of blue behind growing black lines:

a chance to crawl back to myself;

and all i could think about was that afternoon:

where i was a silhouette on cobblestone:

a view of black walking along blue;

and you thought of me as if roadside:

a boy with a bag and a hankering to roam:

tickets and maps wrapped and strapped around a mobile dream;

its been two years since i stood on that wall:

since i tightroped between a blur and a bluff

(the pioneerwalkers would vouch for a third):

but everything inbetween_me and me,inbetween

has always told you the same truth;

(stay perched on the shoulder);