Evermore you have been there.
Been here.
Been somewhere.
When the dust has drawn a vacancy,
your spice fritters away in auspicious tendency.
It takes great courage to let go of the familiar.
Thus, thru toils and spoils,
a constant chase.
A forever soiled embrace.
And, then…
as a matter of course,
a yield of gratitude…
to hasten the secrets faced.