Wade into
The marshlands
of being human
The stinking mud
Of suffering
And walk out long enough
To see the flowers
That bloom there
So few make the journey
Driven back
By the effort
Not dressed for the environment
But you were born
Exactly the best clothing
To reach your destination.


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