Fuck all and those words that so clearly defined this second.
and then this, this moment of clarity when everything was clear like the morning, long gone with the rising sun and expired like an exhale.
Against the grain my body steps into the wind and feels the thick air of spring boiling under the surface of the warming soil. The buds open and trees loose intoxicating pollen, I am drunk on the mind that blows on my arms, lifting the fine hairs and finding its way up and under my shirt. The sky shoots beyond the horizon.
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