I could awaken
that stewing sediment
that oil underneath
those 
glaciers
I could learn to 
crumble 
and I could learn to 
cave
and I could learn
to age
gracefully too
but the last thing 
I'll do,
is follow your trail
for my 
own heart
hasn't raced in awhile
for my thoughts
have been buried 
in mud for
awhile.
 
 
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