Sitting on the apex
feeling the wind whip
and change with a sweetness
distant clouds crack
roll into one another
boiling over the sky’s edge
let me fulfill my purpose
wait for the rumbling
of gods on the horizon
butting heads
wait for the cool black
split wide like a knife down a sail
a door cracking
to maladjusted eyes
astraphobes poke fun
from white-washed fortress walls
sit and wait, sit and wait
they say
leave me my hope
or let me rust
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