A trudge
through verve
lied on life,
asphalt spit
chalk dust inhale
inscribed on lung,
debilitated in
and on measure
wind-broken
fleeced to collar,
body bared
soul snared
ensnared
a snarl
deep huff,
relapsed
in release
shattered eyes
glass in path
sharp to bone,
suture to and
on heart
tonic to pour
lift to scale
grasp to fall,
bit nailed
and claw
scratched stars
as scars imprint,
sealed wounds
parted and
directed
to lead in march,
skies endless
in implication.
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wow… the imagery.
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