Siddharth Parasnis

Floating far and long 
toward a place ostensibly unknown

It’s a hike as perilous as dry eggs from mother 
bordering a road familiar to few others 
A life of treasure sans lies to find 
in this long and long and far far climb 
Thorns keep finding toe and heel 
sticking around shamelessly irritating thoroughly

If only that place others never see 
would be believable, even retrievable, to those other than me



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