steps, they whistle
in the morning’s birth
steps, they chisel
the Sun from my Earth
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June 27, 2013
Almost there!
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I run, chased by a legion of devil horses
My destination, an elusive oasis
My breaths escape me and return
In hungry gulps, desperate impulse
My numb feet thunder on, stunted nurons
I lunge forward in a burst of speed
I hear them snorting and at my heels
Over impossibly high boulders
Nearly fell flat on my face
Almost there …
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February 16, 2013
Circle.
August 1, 2012
