The Long Paths

by Andrew Marshall

There is a brain poison.
A bilious acid seep.
The stony ground will leach it from me,
draw it from my feet like blood,
as I tread the long paths.

Free and briefly unafraid
to continue the work of my redemption

Andrew Marshall is a multi-disciplined dabbler, professional vagabonder, and enthusiastic walker. Sometimes he takes pictures to pay the bills.