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