On I wander.

On I wander.

I will be wandering lands
long before I reach
the hem of grace

I will be wandering
lush meadows and arid deserts
careening on a rowing boat
in tempest waves
scraping between the wreckage
of time and rhythms
long before I reach
the hem of grace

but reach I shall
and so, on I wander
with a promise at hand

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