Remnants of a Landscape We Once Knew

I am not here
I cannot tell you where I am
For I do not quite know
Do you believe in me?
Do you believe in you?
Do you believe in the now?
I can’t really say if I do
Though it is just as well
Sometimes the question
Does not beget an answer
To inquire is enough
To seek is often better
Than to find
After all
We are inhabited by wandering souls
Who’s to say
That this inclination to wonder
Is not an inclination to wander
An beckoning echo still
Of battle songs from long ago
Reflected off of
All the fragments we encounter
Day in and day out
Of scenery intimately unfamiliar
Remnants of a landscape we once knew

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