sorry, don’t need
your carry..
please don’t slow me
when i’m this
locked in..
a revved machine
running on half
a headful of
steam..
ahead and i won’t rest
the senses, so my
nose won’t
dull
to life’s scent,
i’m chasing horizons
to catch my own
breath,
focused more on
getting there
than..
shunning
death
and..
when i reach crest of
golden summit
upright,
i’ll pause and inhale
the moment-
in natural
light.
Grumpy Gorman
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