Word by word by goat-like step
   I climbed   sure-footed
out of the ordinary
   up to where I now
            begin to question
everything            lose the script.
            A goat should know
   who she is    and whether
            or not  she made anything.
From this thin air
            my sideways eyes
                        catch the bar fight
below               a whole world
   on fire              with confidence.
I would have    before
   charged down           locked horns
but now I
            shift from hoof to hoof
   on high ground,           unsure
of who “I” am
            or where there is to go.
S. Robbins, from Readings

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