Rigid Walking
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rigidly walking down lanes of antiquity, following
echoes of past proclivities.
All sunbeams set ablaze, a path before you, opened,
filled with broadened heat of a hidden eternity.
Stepping over edges to get closer to heaven, we
walk rigidly, afraid of what we may see on the way.
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