The Road III

Over your shoulder there is 
the cliff and its 
darkness - don't 
look back and down look 
on and on at the 
road to come, its 
upward momentum and 
hope you have the 
strength to carry its 
twists and turns its 
wildnesses - don't 
be afraid of the 
dark no light, just 
breathe and slight 
winnowing of airs will 
take you there - your 
hope will set you free 
as you grope 
and steer.
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