lost on wild remote moor wild places
trails sodden soft slippery boggy underfoot
sodden with rainwater slick with mud
stumbled on ascent at least a handful of times
focus is all balance agility not directions
trying to miss mud slip traps in process
focus is all on where to place stepping feet
recent rain a few failed attempts to avoid
deceptive mud traps seeming solid ground
struggling to locate a mist fog hidden path
more more panic disorientated by the minute
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