Pilgrimage (2022-2025)

I may not be here tomorrow
but there are still things that
I have to know
I need to go on my last walk
to grasp the world's ache
without empty talk
ruthless pain I must abide
the bitter facts I will face
with each stride.

Ash of the past and blisters abound
looking for relieving sights
to lay the burden down
I am approaching the world's final ridge
this is my undeterred pilgrimage.

Amid the mud of the mangrove
I breathe the wild
in the smell of a clove.
I faintly witness that booming sound
I value those who
don't want to be found.
We are their sole adversary
near to extinct are
the last cassowaries.

Ash of the past and blisters abound
looking for relieving sights
to lay the burden down
I am approaching the world's final ridge
this is my undeterred pilgrimage.

Through many canyons and uphills
across the rivers
that are flowing still.
One tiny region survived
the heritage of wonders
that anciently thrived.
I look around me in this shrine
I feel the bark of
the Wollemi Pine.

Ash of the past and blisters abound
looking for relieving sights
to lay the burden down
I am approaching the world's final ridge
this is my undeterred pilgrimage.

We rue the acts of a man
we kneel before the last of this land
we don't deserve salvation
we speak for trees not blessed to talk
we don't deserve redemption
we pray for plenty in the eye of the hawk.

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