Down on forward’s field
The air is electric current and
Night felt on the skin by subtle touch
makes moving last on your mind.
Distance is an ocean, but calm, from face to fence;
Vast pitch-black, no lights tonight,
comfort the ground and allow me to hide and cool.
Feel energy.
Feel energy in my feet born
in the chasm pressures of our rock.
Climb and strike out of my eyes and head,
Towering steely blue bolts bow in the night.
Down on forwards field past the entrance of the gate
A time to look right thru you to the meadows we see there.
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