the journeys i await to take
to escape
in case of tragedy
lead me away from home
lead me away from the comfortable known
a spurning? an ending? a new leaf turning?
monastic? ecstatic? or just another further contrived version of static?
all this waits upon a mishap that will leave me no more willing through its hap
but leaves me no closer to peace
that i seek
by awaiting an excuse to leave.
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