yearning
had strangled my days
and nights
so fiercely,
with a thirst
to once again
feel the mountain's
wild heartrending roar.
and a need
to hear freedom
waft back
far beyond the shore.
twisted, tied, and
taut with desire,
a deluge poised impotent
upon untended lips,
seeking succour
through cold fingertips.
a strike breaks.
wind,
and
rain,
and
thunder begin their scry:
love
and purpose,
once again
on the rise.
are you ready?
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I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
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