My way

The me that knows
This need of mine
Hides and grows
Through my spine

Shaking the dust
And ancient cob webs
Amidst decaying rust
As the shade ebbs…

And as I carve ahead
As if mining for ore
I leave behind the lead
On my way to the core.
Location: Madeira, Portugal

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