Looking down, high upon the pinnacle
of potent moss and grainy dirt, a heart
races; ready for the rushing decent
on rubber and metal.
Far away are the crushing, irritating
Screams of the ever growing
demise of health and state of mind.
Beyond the roofs of tranquil
greenery lies the chaotic rush
of sights and sounds; waiting
for my return to its unwanted
embrace.
But not yet, for now I am here,
high above in the lush bush
preparing to invade the
silence with my cry.
Sticks and rocks spew out
behind me, feeling at
peace upon the blue machine growling
and revving as I fly to the
bottom of the mighty mountain.
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