wandering through the mountains,
hunting down my dreams,
dancing through the maze,
of blues and browns and greens,
caught between the veils,
of my human self and this,
reliving all the memories,
making new ones in the midst,
retiring to my furrself,
to refuel my spirit's health.
give the human time to repair,
repolishing my immaterial weath
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