Journeying
turning round all things that should have been
kept collected with long-held belief
scratching dust clouds, blot of inkless pen
wordful ways trussed simple, sans serif
undiscovered junction newly met
(or perhaps deep-buried, still to mine)
bare of perfect ending, does she get
chances still to make the perfect rhyme?
Query: An octet of nine syllables each. Should there be a final lingering line for a different kind of symmetry?
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