Wednesday, 3 September 2008


Free to be bound for where I willed
I tramped; by‑ways, cross‑paths, bent
My footsteps; what turned my campaign?
What stumbling‑block hampered me;
What damped? No end appeared,
However long my feet stamped
Or my muscles struggled. With no lamp
To lead, nothing in which to confide,
What tampered with my will? Justice, that Rock,
Broke me, blocked me, drove me from my own way.

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