you walk the path
switch back
and take side cuts
for the view

spider webs cling
as walking through
the curious, cramped,
and stuffed hippocampus

infusing blood and tissue
a perpetual blindfold
it hides what they want of you
preventing new future

to be a rolling rock
my dream
but instead become
a touchstone

please let me hide
in your mist
give me a decade
to learn again, trust

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 602 AF.