Always head west young man,
No matter the thorn that
irritates soulpaws.
It is your Daniel.
Third Coast,
foundation to abandoned
bunkhouse
from which
wounded prairie doves
now flee.
Skybound to new nest
west of your west
into unmountained suns.
Not to be reached by
paternal obligation
other than what is
allowed via
electroteletype or
pixalated simulacra
of sweet home sweet
home.
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