I go

where the world falls away

where oxygen is less

where few people can breathe

mountains—girded with snow

heavens—where dead objects orbit balls of fire

I go

where I can make my own law,

and live by it.

Difficulties

enter my mind

from the drama of human existence

I don’t wish them away

I go

because I must

it’s the only freedom I have

I go

into the unknown

and come out of the wilderness

of strange dull places

where people live

forgotten lives

at work

I go

between conversations

and out of them

birthing myself between words

like an alien child

who doesn’t understand

I go

mostly,

where I feel good

and it’s a lonely destination.

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