Sometimes
when the ache behind my eyes
becomes too much
eyeball burning hot of the fireplace too close
diving into the depth of chlorine water
drowning on air
crying pressure
there is a place
There is a place
where wind never leaves
where no one lives
where the full horizon is a road leading to nothing but space
the grace of that mountain pass
steeped in second gear
higher than despair
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