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Ride to the North East Corner

Looking at the lists of names
I see being passed around
and spoken like music
I ask where
are my names.


My own name
is rarely spoken
not like music.
Being alone a day
and then a night,


toying ignorantly with the roads
without armor, slowly,
everyone who passes
has knowlege, names, steel.
No one has my names.

(based on this image LOOSELY)
The Home of the Fire Breathing Goose