the urge

atavistic compulsion

to leave an offering

to some votive spirit

in the place

I’ve camped

rested peacefully

or enjoyed my time in

nothing grand

no gold bars

but a silver coin

once a bottle of wine

a token of peace

to mark the place

give back

no mysteries of origin

when all this is

a simple attempt

at thank you

or maybe

balance

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