To That Tree Atop the Hill

Season 3.4: From this crack on the path, To that tree atop the hill.

From this crack on the path, 
To that tree atop the hill;
This is the only space that matters. 
Measured in weights of will and motivation,
To dominate the mind’s deterrence,
And annihilate this nothing distance.

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Time’s stream slips
In frames flashed
Through gaps 
In a bike light 
Zeotrope
Filtering the gait
In bus-stop glass 
Where ardent strides
On burning thighs 
Climb and pull 
And loose and pull 
And loose again
The acid prised
From sinews lithe
And grip the pistons
Hot with fight
That slow despite 
The imposition
Of the lungs 
That heave
To crest 
The rising road 
Rising 
Rising
Rising
Unto that tree.

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High beams catch the hanging white
Phantom of a soul in flight above its body,
Steaming, wet and heaving
Against the winter’s cold and amber glow, 
As the city thrums below and phases 
Through each black breath that rises still,
To that tree atop the hill; now conquered.

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Read more from Season 3…

This is the third season of Notes and Noises. If you liked this (or didn’t) why not take a quick look at some of the other posts in the series:

1. Wake Up!

2. All That I Could Do

3. Home

4. To That Tree Atop The Hill

5. On The Way Home

6. Weeds

7. Pauses

8. This Time

9. Be Ready To Do The Thing

10. Tar Isteach

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