Sunday 12/09/2018 11:33:00 PM

the road surrendered. as we ran uphill in the wake of gravity's limp. its throne vacant. its power erased. we danced. ribbons on the tail of time's kite. hanging on by loose knots. laughing at the wind in our eyes.

artists. each breath a brushstroke. messiahs. martyrs in skin's epiphanies.

if it wasn't when, it would've been how. the questions that color our lips. the choices that construct our bridges. from bone and panic.

i could name them, but the metaphors are more elegant. i could say it hurt, but it really didn't. we're all thieves. taking more than we give.

the distance swallows. gravity chokes. our hunger defines us. even as our endurance persists.

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