if I move the more
the more is unmoved
I sit and contemplate
how to counter initiate
but the breathless breathing of
this uphill battle leaves me grieving
so I suffer in the form of sleeping
muscles move the might of mighty men; however, this mighty mans
muscles lack the luster for true strength is difficult to muster
tendons have a tendency to tighten
uphill teething uphill breathing uphill seething
uphill
life's highest point is at it's peak and this I hide my eyes from and pray it is not too steep
with each step I feel the edge, the swaying breeze up in my head
the snap it sounds, the branch it breaks, csweat it pours and forms small lakes
my identity seems to slouch
my mind it races and I race for the couch
matt duke
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