WillingA Poem by O. FeelyaI must thrust my heels in hot sand
Lay of the land
Before I speak, or tread untoured ground
I must seize the sound of voiceless notions
seamlessly reach my reserve.
...breathe steady
...all clear
"Vanquish all fear"
...correct
...pitch and yaw
...easy does it...
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