The memories of you are gone
But I can smell the burning
The hills were savannahs when we were lions
But now the danger is gone
I have always been afraid of steep angles
Of losing my balance, rolling down into oblivion
But today I only feel my own altitude
The mountains are leaning towards me
The sun is a kindness I don’t feel I deserve
But it warms me without discretion
Without thought
Coal left over from the fire
The wind makes me remember when I closed my eyes
Held my head down in the face of the smoke
I climbed on top of a large rock
And haven’t looked down
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
The memories of you are gone
But I can smell the burning
The hills were savannahs when we were lions
But now the danger is gone
I have always been afraid of steep angles
Of losing my balance, rolling down into oblivion
But today I only feel my own altitude
The mountains are leaning towards me
The sun is a kindness I don’t feel I deserve
But it warms me without discretion
Without thought
Coal left over from the fire
The wind makes me remember when I closed my eyes
Held my head down in the face of the smoke
I climbed on top of a large rock
And haven’t looked down
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