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THE DETACHED

Still I praise those who are detached

from any land, who, since birth,

have been determined to travel far in search

of home. They get their bearings

by stars, their roots growing at the end

of the imagined sky.

For them, life is a tortuous journey

and every stop a new departure. They

know they will disappear on the road,

but as long as they are living,

death keeps them company

to the destination they have envisioned,

though they have no idea

whose maps their footprints might update.