stared at ourselves,
the road
that lead towards a mount.
Absorbed
by the daily crosswords
our daring blood
went slow.
We huddle
by the warmth of our possessions
and match heights
with power and promotions.
We hide
behind the back of someone
at the sight of storm,
believing
we’re not needed.
Stared at ourselves
we forget
the sky
and its green fires.
Forgotten,
inside ourselves we stay,
alike a river
swollen by the sand.
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