Ten feet wide and ten feet deep

Our path is buried beneath layers of brambles, old rubbish

And the wind blown detritus of years spent learning what was not for us

Not of us

Every day I sweep anew


Is this mine?

And the way appears

Shining clearly

But it’s only ten feet wide

And ten feet deep

So I have to keep sweeping

Every day

To keep it in sight

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