Following the Dream
Raj and Justine travel broken
highways
leaving parts behind
over a gauze-winding parade of
years
Following a caravan that always rolls
one step beyond
as a trail of crumbs is spread by
the past
faint, disappearing carnival
music
erases the trail
and the air clears as a dark bird
sings
Sharp rays of diagonal light twist
over raven mountains
to summon Morning from darkness
woven down dwindling roads
in procession to harsher lands
through far canyons echo shouts
and boulders
fall
into a faded future where the Circus
holds Raj and Justine
within its drum beat of tamed
hopes
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