The road is long and hard
But the landscape I can reach out and touch
Either side, at once.
And it’s with my hands buried in the dirt
That I begin to walk,
Traverse the space I span in my sleep
In still motion.
For the depth into which hands reach down
To the scum of what I know,
Brings forth roots from which I spring.
Unweathered by the passage of new time,
Smothered by the dawn-fog of old time;
I wake- dream, at once.
And it’s not for me to grow old
Nor to stay young.
Fight tomorrow’s battles with past fervour
In sole skirmish.
It’s to grow tall.
Till my ears prick the clouds
Of the same sky I was born under.
Then;
With my hands in the ground,
My head towards the sun,
My eyes closed- open,
I become.
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