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Across a dry plain, Heat shimmering, Blur-ring in my mind... Lost track of reason, lost my rhyme... Rhythm gone to plodding, Clodding on the burning flats, Dust-deviled and limping over thorns. Mountains are my only vision, Forcing aching feet, Tugging creaking knees, Coaxing lungs, air parched To breathe, to wheeze Toward supernal heights, Valley-ed torrents rushing Cool and green and clean.... Beckoned thus, my heavy pace Lifts lightly up; The brackish slopping In my old canteen Reminds me that the way Leads on to granite glories: Woods inhabited, Cabins warm against the alpine chill... So I keep walking still. So I keep walking still.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
I have been traveling
Across a dry plain, Heat shimmering, Blur-ring in my mind... Lost track of reason, lost my rhyme... Rhythm gone to plodding, Clodding on the burning flats, Dust-deviled and limping over thorns. Mountains are my only vision, Forcing aching feet, Tugging creaking knees, Coaxing lungs, air parched To breathe, to wheeze Toward supernal heights, Valley-ed torrents rushing Cool and green and clean.... Beckoned thus, my heavy pace Lifts lightly up; The brackish slopping In my old canteen Reminds me that the way Leads on to granite glories: Woods inhabited, Cabins warm against the alpine chill... So I keep walking still. So I keep walking still.
don-bouchard
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
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