An Excited Optimism
The wild charge
of the broken
past
tries to haunt my certainty
threatens to trip up
my plans
for brighter days.
Days where
my only care
exists in a sub-realm
a realm that I pass over
on a hike through the Wasatch.
A hike I plan
on another day
a lighter day
empty
of jagged edges.
My hope
fulfilled in the climb
where I plan to launch the hollow ism’s
that choral inside my mind and
transform the gray curves that
chase my steady decline into frail.
The present me,
tossing the
clobbered truth over the blade,
turning it into a compassionate hound,
her slow pull
transporting me over the summit
into sublime,
and striking,
which is quite distant,
from forgotten
and useless.
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