The restless soul forever roams
Across a trillion blades of grass
A trillion stones
Across the silt and loam
across the future present and past
Joyous and alone
and in it's footsteps latent seeds germinate
in it's tracks worlds grow
Paradise echoes and distracts us from routine
Roads change and the aroma for progress strays
Legs and feet ache the long miles replying
Each tree each face
each voice each place
Yes a tiny taste of the universe
Yes a piece of each abstract dream
served on the plate of rationality
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