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The path
I took from
   that last
   crossroad
is dark,  twilight
  at noon,
  accompanied
by shadows.

Sources told
   me the Merchant
came this way,
  who chased
a crazed
    poet.

Perhaps
  we shared
the same
  quest,
I know not,
  I know
  in the
light everything
is
Known,
   but sewed with
  little lies
And half truths.

On the dark
road nothing
Is known
   or seen,
the longer
you walk
the
  darker it
gets.

All the paths
I walk
      I
Sow seeds in
  shades of
White and
      Black….

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