cicadas stroke their violin wings
through the bloody white heat
bending the air to insidious pitch
Shimmering in concert with every step
I play my ragged breath
to their surreal tune
dragging myself forward
and on and on
tickling change of direction
with my fingertips
free flight flirting aimlessly
thermally morphing
energy bursting at the seams
all these I am lines
are sucking me dry
the sun rise set rise
unaided by me
seems unfair
but there
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