Sep 20, 2025
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He swears there’s a ladder that climbs toward a rune, Its rungs disappear somewhere behind the moon. Each night he rehearses the steps in his mind, Escaping this maze where wildness is confined. He sketches new worlds with a dull piece of chalk, Where rivers sing softly and stones learn to talk. A palace of clouds where the lonely are kings, And laughter weighs lighter than all other things. The…
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