Dusty Roads

Intemperate the soul that walks
Your skin along meridians blocked,
Along the remnants of a stagnant
Life once lived;
Eager the infant child to walk anew
The same paths unforgotten;
Intemperate the souls that roam
The eternal roads, in search of
Other victims, of other beasts
To tame;
Eager infant children walk anew
The dusty roads never ending.

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