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Brave Feet, Rest by This Pool
Brave feet, your rest is come.
No longer to tread upon flame-scarred earth;
no more to find pathways upon our mist-covered hillsides.
Stand down.
Dip feet gladly for it is sufficient in repose to hide your
flesh
within these womblike covers.
Look careful upon your scars borne of action and reaction.
These whited mantels over-coating toes and heel belie the
true nature
of limbic grace and strength.
Deep below, below leather and laces, muscle and outer flesh
leap
to the gates in order that they might again flay
the giants of our older age.
Tread graceful.
Move
in
careful
step.
Sneak forward yet make no haste to leave your ancestral gait
behind.
Rest and refresh beside this pool of untroubled waters.
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