Wednesday, August 20, 2014

second wind

that place, time and utter
moment, racing, i am not
empowered, merely groan
move on for lack of option,
limping forward. grasp at air
and catch a wisp of faerie thread. a 
sliver, not enough to lift, but 
just a fraction lighter now, a
spider's breath to brace
a dromedary's frame, and step,
just one step more, a nearer 
specter to the end.

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