δ wayfarer

Zeroth A
there he goes, grievous and way worn
stiff his limbs sober the mind though
with no place to reach travels he on

uncertainty-driven straggles he loosely forth
abiding the told means abjuring the truth
Traveler
waiting for the sunrise and face of dawn
a signpost arising from haze gone
says: the Wayfarers Inn for the Drowsy Souls


ε seeds

Traveler
I’m like a ripened fruit
full of healthy seeds
I am delving deep
deep into the roots


ζ tavern

Traveler
forlorn as I’ve been trudging here
under the sway of doubts and fears
dwindling the hopes I bear
a question that sever

∞
doom imposed is just illusion
all proposals being cunning
[and] I want you not to sleep
watching widely, breathing deeply