oh,
[it is like leaping once from a mountain,
then kneeling at
the earth’s core;
with wind still whistling
past your ears]
yes.
oh,
[it is like leaping once from a mountain,
then kneeling at
the earth’s core;
with wind still whistling
past your ears]
yes.
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I refuse to believe this poem is about anything other than me.