that only road... once ago. as Y, the lambda we now go...

embarassed, or to put it more wisely: destitute
 -without any worth, vision, or carrier left.


I'm left in this small hut
 in woods far from the sea
far from the sea of my days
the day I first looked out our
bedroom window, I saw through the maples and pines.
a road/ the road that came from sea
alone/ the hut is hidden in countless ferns
 but if I could count them now,
they'd number fewer
than the memories
 I carry.

- Rich.P.Gabriel

but what if you had the will to see:
the many memories of those stone trees.