There used to be somewhere to go,
A rush of iced breathe, ponder
Why the air can’t satisfy your lungs.
And you scaled with such sympathy
For a mountain that will inevitably forget.  

May rather the thought of your home,
Settle cold toes near a vent, listen
To the empty rumble of the furnace.
And you stood there expressionless
In a cage made of your dreams.

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