Alone,
I found myself,
the shadow left
mid darkness
of departed faces
and lost glows.
Alone,
I must myself thread,
no sea mark warn
except for a delicate call;
a movement
to river less travelled.
Elected,
far from democratic;
freedom of condemnation
of unheard petitions
meeting enigmatic waves.
Alone,
must myself go
salting this river
of strange condemnations,
may this bitterness
advocates for you.
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