of cloudy skies and bare branches--
I will miss the melancholy wanderings
through streets and parks and empty lots
seeing the Eternal in every rusted can--
much as I despair of the madness and sadness
of the World I will miss the Age of Ruining Hopes
and devastating fulfillments--wraecca--lone wolf of the Steppes--
longing for his home beyond this place--this time--
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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