The Emptiness of Hikes

i think today i'm yearning

for something in the sky

what it is exactly

i don't wonder why

like poetry of cloud forms

swirling into tapestries

the great vault of space

also yearning for the trees

yearning

but never pleased

up above the city

get out on the trails

find yourself no longer

vanishing behind the veils

i live in the age of opinion

of comments and of likes

you cannot show a picture

of the emptiness of hikes

yearning

for the emptiness of hikes

i think that i can't add up

all the things that i have seen

there are no equations

that ever will quite bleed

but this is not just ranting

this is not the thing it's not

i'm yearning

it is all i've got

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