Rush
Let the wind drown out
the world
while I fly
blind at
deafening speeds and
disregard
my life
I'm suspended
my own blood
presses hard
against the inside
of my skin
my bones sing out
old spirituals
songs to free myself
from my own
prison
I glide
angels breathe
across my back
shout
"faster!"
The whip
cracks through my mind
like Belmont stakes
There is no law
or sanity
only balance
as I strive
to make it
past my next mark
rate
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Comments: 7
It's hard to breathe until that line.