Peak.
Valley.
I am a wild parabola.
Restraint,
cyanide veins.
I run in extremis.
Cold.
Hot.
Where there never was.
I create
vacuum,
until the differential
rush
fills me up
and I am gone.
I
never existed
where there was something.
I
am
the horizon.
-HG
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