Desert the bay for desert solitude.
Forsake for sand asphalt security.
Give up the bath and smile on the crude
appliances of camping purity.
Adjust the pack and venture on a trail
that’s never felt the surface of a wheel.
Inhale the ever green and never stale.
Address the skin of earth with toe and heel.

Become again a creature with no walls:
a canny locomotive self-contained,
who isn’t in the range of business calls,
and neither current-bound nor -entertained,
will turn your back on comfort, credit, crowds,
to watch the moving pictures in the clouds.

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