BLIND PILGRIM (Bound To Be)
March 25, 2013
…but from here; a boxed baggage bin,
in whatever vessel burning,
Point on into blank, frigid forths.
Andever vexed in yearning.
Blind Pilgrims; taxed temporal things
Kinshipbourne, trapped, as my fathers.
Captive on this course, We’re bound to be,
Forlorn, for treks on farther.