I have my life upon my soul,
it lives and breathes, as I resolve,
to take each step along the way,
from first light, to last ray.
I have paced the plank of sacred myth,
three times to choke and cough and spit,
evidence of the innocent child,
as I wandered, then walked, out of the wild.
Tushie 13/9/12
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