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Camper
"I spend one whole day in the tent...while icy rain pours outside." Edward Abbey
You feel a petty delight
in trusting the gray sky,
which fumes after the eloping day.
As you untie your sleeping bag
and labor to nod off,
the manipulative wind
tries to take your tent
off its stakes.
Yet, your stake will remain,
since you were always after
solitude,
the virtue in your center,
and self-appointed spiritual truths
with the fading
of the light.
Now the only way
to brave your undeniable
loneliness is
to tumble over rock slides.
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