When You Are Lost

Begin the search from vowels

That speaks your name into existence

Because nothing is lost if its echoes lurk around corners

And the scars are enough proof of thorns that prick your skin.

Forbid the mirror. It's as lost as you're.

Gather relics of your namings,

Chant its appraisal and watch it fuel your hunting.

Do you not hear cawings of the birds?

Do you not see trees grovel to your feet?

Do you not hear pattering songs of sands?

Everything calls out, would you not answer?

And you're not lost,

If you answer to your name.

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