Away from comfort went I,
To take nature by the fist
I wasn’t shy.
Meet me at the very end of the peninsula
Where weather and sobriety are your friend.
First, throw away your maps.
Take the one road to adventure,
The one road.
I troubled civilization with my words,
Finding in my words civilization,
Not the Latin test
But words of mine.
The mothers and fathers wondered
Why I was silent.
I have no energy for this conversation.
I remember my froth and the helpful sun,
How she brought food and a candle
And I succumbed.

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