In proximity of the old volcano
I persist
being eaten by fatigue
until it devours me
oblivion of concerns
anxiety melting and
burn off the career
tearing out the cancer of failed love
money is not a thought
, anymore
a focus on simple existence
a new suffering
of my choosing
a distance at a time
painstakingly covering ground
a bump, a washboard,
the catwalk
bounded a precipitous fall
water rushes below my feet
and the mountain emerges from the clouds
as I emerge from the woods anew
I pause looking at simple nature
hearing the silence around
this is the end of summer
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