ride ragged breath, a bucking bronco
until it smooths out, high tide
three and a half miles in
brain floods body
with endorphins to shut off
this incessant thinking,
which is a real blessing.
neural switch flips when
brain stops imagining
body is trying to kill it,
grasping onto that
primal cord of surviving
body becomes a perpetual motion
meat and bone machine.
scalp tingles with electric
pulls tight to skull,
the brain breathing after
the long assault by smoke,
bludgeoned by wine and whiskey
feel it fighting in there?
just like the sensation of speed
without that artificial edge,
that sharp cliff of comedown.
just pound and fly along
motivated by
the shape of a cloud
the smell of the ground
the promise of cool water.
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