…but from here; boxed baggage bin,
whatever vessel burning
Point on into blank, frigid forths.
Andever vexed in yearning.
Blind Pilgrims; taxed temporal thing
Kinshipbourne, trapped as my fathers.
Captive on this course, bound to be,
Forlorn, for treks on farther.
from years ago, for my Daddy
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