The Quest III

The quest and
mission does
not end here in this
cold green room the
blanket on the
curtains silent and
the road outside
well-worn.  The
quest is within it is
burning and chastening
and I hear it and
know it and bear it
gritting - it
hurts me I say it
bends my will and
how do I respond to its
turn its pill its
potion of alarm?  I
try so hard to
run on the spot to
move without travelling
to begin again
when all else all
else is gone. The quest
is begun.
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