Fervently I desire to be
some other's fixed
star, a true north
a fellow animal can't lose.
May I be
Ariadne's thread
wound through twists
and turns. Ahead,
See a stone
corner. Black streaks --
old water leaks --
mark it. Dust
Is the only friend
expected. Find me
just one more step
beyond. The light
I seek to shine
will seem like the sun
glowing through alabaster. White
is my quiet cloth.
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