For there in the mist;
Blinded but ready:I folded a fist
Not running; encircled by that howling beast,
Within me, courage rose as tho I added yeast.

But what an advantage;
Freed from ignorance's cage,
quick and wise to respond as one taught by a Sage;
not as one wild:Rampage

Yes, that's the difference;
Now so clear,purer than conscience;
No more sitting on the fence,
or running on common sense

The claws of the former are off;
In the brightness of the present,let's surf;
Behold the light: seeing no longer tough,
A clean and fair victory: nothing rough.



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