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
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
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