the wind whips by
bracing with bluster
you muster the strength
for the next step
as frosty gusts winnow away
the decrepitude of neglect
clearing the accumulation
of grim grime decaying
you in quick lime
a million false starts
start you stuttering
and stalling
to creep slowly onward
rising and falling
to be purified
by sweat and salt
a light ahead
beckons and dances
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