For those who wander

Seeking to wander,
a grimace of violence
dripped from our lips
and we spat out our
traffic disturbances
and those small razor-edged pieces that
remind us of the dark ages.

Set in stone,
the faces of the dead
writhe in agony
over the fresh graves
of the newborns.

Why stammer into darkness?
The voices murmur
and howl in the moonlight, urging us on.
We gave away our perfection
to bask in glorious mistakes.
Humanity shone through
the vapid tempests,
our painful histories.
The desert is alone.
Even so, we must ride together.

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