upon a once only time
tumbled Jill after
i took the blade
made her cloth
of bridge twine
troll roared
at trampling goat gruff
be nimble, be quick
down let
your long hair
amid his fragile
monstrosity
lining the fallen
wall
no more
moon jumping
i stare
wondering
‘neath
undulating stars.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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