The Follower

A Poem

A Man walked across the earth,
He was surprised to have unearthed,
A sacred thing he was never to see,
Only because he:
Was blind to all he ever found,
Almost as if he had drowned,
In a vast sense of unreason,
And fiction:
The truth was there but he refused to go,
Led by a man he'd never know,
To wander in endless empty space,
He never will know that man's face.

The End

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