i follow the highways of the leaf,

scrambling through mountains of

chlorophyll pockets, passing here

and there shrines to future dreams

left by vagrant caterpillars.

i know there is an end somewhere,

an ending to these narrow highways,

but the direction signs have all

disappeared and up looks like down

and the sun never sets.

there is a feeling of forever here

and i am already growing old.

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