Fetal Position by bentolmanIn this land in which I dwell, there are no walls, no borders, no restrictions to travel. And so I continue, always taking one step more; ignoring the warnings that I have taken one step too far.

I become aware of the distance I’ve travelled when, looking on the faces of those around me, I see horror, anger and disgust.

But where there’s a path it has be walked and where there is none, one has to be shaped.

In this abundant land they see only barrenness and so my seclusion is complete.

The Great Loneliness arrives enfolding me in Her loving arms.

For Fernando, who led me to the edge of the precipice, and then taught me how to jump.

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