Lost?
Preposterous -- he knows how to use a map -- he's just writing poetry.
While walking.
Without looking where he's going.
o.
o dear.
It ran out of battery.
Again.
Now... this was... this street... where was this again?
The poet looks around [with just a dash of concern].
In the window of a shop [now closed], a bright pink graphic tee stands emblazoned with a rainbow stretched between two [literally] happy little clouds. Below that, a phrase:
"Not all those who wander are lost."
The poet groans: so it's not just his battery that's ded -- it's originality.
Everything is a derivative -- everything!
What would Tolkien think? Someone should spin up his ghost -- see what he thinks of all this nonsense.
A line strikes the poet -- a beautiful, paradigm-shifting phrase -- and threatens to slip away with the last of the day's light.
o, if only he had more pages...
...and a place to charge his phone.
This .VRM pulls its textures from the poet [pre-and-post-Twist] who has made its home in the same collector's wallet that this 1/1 avatar variant was created specifically for, as a homage.
If you haven't gotten lost with these poets yet, well... [words Matter, anon]: lostpoets.xyz
