OH, THAT WASN'T YOU?
Just outside the Mason Dixon Line there's
an unspoiled wilderness of sometime dreams
where travelers once played with each other.
Those old wagons searching down for better
climes and wider, larger spaces - they carried
thousand of folks a month, away, due west, to,
well, to something other than this. Some, yes,
returned, maybe disappointed, and others
went savage, and joint the 'anointed' - those
settlers who fled the settlers' ways, remaining
disjointed, between nothing and nothing, for
their thousands of days; until some enigmatic
New World death awaiting caught them too.
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