Unending

11 • 20 • 18 Isla del Luna, Bolivia

surprisingly, I’m not referring to track at all.

there are some finish lines
upon which I should collapse
empty
satisfied
proud
there are others
through which I should jog
aware of all ahead
hungry
leaving *some* inside
knowing that my sprint will come
and this jog
is a gift to myself
enough energy to,
when the time comes, sprint
faster
fuller
sweeter
braver

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