A world to be born under your footsteps.
The poet is the one who breaks through our habits.
Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of the world, o seekers, o finders of reasons to be up and be gone.
The only menace is inertia.
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