Knowing which way is up
can be difficult at times,
so keep your wits about you
as you calculate direction.
Down may be simply part of the
process skyward,
and what seems to be up
may be a blip just before a stumble
down to your knees.
It's all a matter of perception, anyway,
for the worst fall can be harbinger
of spring,
if you season your thoughts imaginatively.
So it's best to keep your mind open,
your arrow pointed upward
towards whatever sky you can imagine,
and don't wear dark glasses
when you get your bearings,
for darkness can fall too easily
on the unwary traveler.

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