Hour Eleven

I am more fully alive in the heat of this fire!
Much was learned, hard fought, lost.

I run alone for a prize foolhardy
I go alone to the lavish trees
I race, cramp, hardly breathe
I sink beneath branches green

And what is it you would have me do?
Come back, penitent, to you.

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