ABOVE THE PYRENEES

Ice crawls, relents; raves and melts,
applies itself, from where the cold air clamps

Old as Earth, young as us
watching on as we sear through

part of me wants to plummet free
into a place the white tips be

The engine is okay, but I still want to be free

How do I forgive myself for wanting to escape there is a grief in life that never leaves once you’ve crossed the border of wanting to live to not giving a fuck

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