my path
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my pathI thought was shroudedby extensive forests & mountains & clouds
no line of sightno GPS signalwhite pebbles marking the way been lost (as in that X-Files episode)
I felt I ‘ought’ to knowgrew up without directions or guidance
left a sense of being lost at seacotton in my earsmisty smokegreen, red lanterns switched offlighthouse keeper went to bed
left to my own devices, I made decisionsbringing me to this exact point
I realize there is no comparison with anyone else’s pathno one to ask for directions - they will say something nice and point somewhere
I have to embrace the factthat I am standing with my snowshoes at the end of the travelled pathtraces soon to be wiped outon this white snow field with a storm whipping the crystals in my faceit hurts and bleeds
simply have to go onas the path was never shroudedit never existed