Mountains cast their shadows across my face
as the distant river fills the canyon
heading toward the sea.
The path these feet follow,
paved years before by faces
I do not know, yet I feel
their presence and hear voices
scattered to the ancient wind.
If I peeled away the layers
of each universe
would I ever find you buried
within the stardust?
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