| Welcome friends of old and yesterwhen
comrades of the Lion's Den you runners of the Grizzly trail you seekers of the wholly grail all brethren : virgin youth and ageless sages re-discovering yourself by masochistic stages knights and maidens, beggars, thieves searching for your self-belief amongst the debris of your thoughts the tangled flotsam of your exploits you run; you run until the running does it by itself and you become your perfect self : a passenger in crescent boat a wisp of rhyme in hollow throat you run along a twisting path surrendered to you wholesome half through darkness darker than a forest's ghostly laugh lit only by a simple candle flame that comforts those who choose to roam and never doubt their harvest-home, beyond all masks of senseless blame a journey for the brave and lame; you are the light that guides a restless mind through exhaustion at its most refined you are, and then you're not a pilgrim that the church forgot. And then, it stops in sudden Peace the prize is glory and release stillness blurred with sacrifice enough to satisfy the wise free in freedom's endless space bound by gratitude, relief and grace. And then, in praise the Muse conveys Her silent declaration with an over-flowing cup of celebration you are anointed "Innocent, Transient and Magnificent" a Grizzly emissary for life conquistador of storm and strife - by Trail and Tribulation. The DunGrizzler
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