Fatigue
Tree falling without a sound burned limbs tearing off no sound as they hit the ground somewhere you relax your shoulders breathe control Close your eyes Hear the gulls waves against the shore one more mile twenty to go hunting the tiger hunting you rust never sleeps blacklight beauty patterns only show up later muscle memory pictures from an exhibition each myosin every actin on fire and crossing the line they wrap you in a space age blanket that wasn't so bad, was it? now try walking down the stairs