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Our kind

A feeling of unravelling, an unfoldment,

Reaching for, and landing in new heights

A place, we are told, is bold territory, rarely tread.

Emblazoned with new self-awareness, and true soul food.

Those who journey here often arrive awry, wildish and yearning. It is not a trip taken lightly or directly.

Blessed are the seekers, the lovers, the dreamers,

We stand open and mountain-esque among others who see from the third eye.

Our kind can seem few and far between, sparse as the birdseye clouds,

But our shadows are cast long, connected by roads less-travelled, veins of the earth.

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