tromp - tread lightly
on the way to wheresoever
you know only when
the road is run
that you should have
taken a different one -
alas, hindsight is clear
as the morning mist
forgotten features
of parables from your past
may reapppear of nowhere
and the whole world
collapses as a collage
not properly glued on
but at the time
there was no way of knowing
------ maybe
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