Take a walk
A walk away
A walk a ways away
And seek these hidden strands of light
These small shadows of joy
That define the solitary places
Closed eyes
That lead to the open road
The crisp
The barren
The empty
Open
Road
Where white and blue
Meet in mingled violence
Of newness
Stark and fresh
And even the dark places
Are washed in life
Harnessing Chaos 
Hi Pete, Loved the poem. It got me thinking about holding my head up high so the small shadows of joy are not missed. Well one thing led to another so, I\’ll leave you with this:Head up and walking on! Head down and low limbs bong. Starry darkness black as night. Knocked out cold in the broad daylight.Oh well, watch where your going out there anyway.j
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