Simplicity

her trajectory argues with the wind. her muscles argue with her skin. counting the distance an intersection at a time. each breath a fraction. a parody. of how. the road still continues onward so long after there's no place left to go.

we abandon our simple wars for more complicated conflicts. fetid. the stench of truth growing old.

steep slopes favor the coward. deep scratches earn their scabs. drawing useless treasure maps in the empty husks we call flesh.

the speed of the descent distorting us. familiar strangers. peddling choices that leave us bankrupt.

soldiers of the incline. scraping at the sun. measuring it all in casualties of touch.

running from the rain. chasing down the clouds. searching for the corner of the world where everything connects.