There is no team
In I
No rag tag collection
Of likeminded renegades
No partner in crime
No third eye
Covering my backside
Because I subscribe
To nothing
And the ether therein
Any allegiance
Is strictly a matter
Of nebulas circumstance
Easily misplaced
Amongst the shifting sands
It is my footprints
And mine alone
Tracking a line back
Along the beach
For as far as I can see
Or remember
Too heavy
For anyone to carry
I drag my baggage
Over the castles
Of other people’s dreams
Fabrications and delusions
Forever chasing
A long lost horizon
Large enough for two
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