burning out brightly
you can feel it
it’s called momentum
and it seems to be feeding off of you
every so often I find myself
learning something new
like casus belli or two half hitches
and suddenly I feel your momentum
beginning to build all over again
like a locomotive
barreling through the night sky
its single beam headlamp
like a supermoon cutting through clouds
neither near nor far all at the same time
it’s past midnight
and the stillness of the air awakens me
not the lonely cry of the wild
not the single lamppost burning
february two thousand twenty
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