Thanks To The Elders, After Initiation
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You wait, always wait,
equally places and states
of mind:
mountain-top, your
snow solitude call
drifts unbearably down
to my suburban burden,
and you,
o hidden highway
every lane leads to
should we choose
to follow,
you wait,
and when I
am done forgetting
I will come,
I will come again
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