Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Mourning PT:By Matt Chapman

**This was about a run we did a few days ago. . Been one of those days. :P SN- sorry my punctuation is sloppy.**

Cold air in my face, shoes barely laced; today is today

Wandering mind out the door PT belt deluxe

Natures cruel embrace, hurrying; make haste

Alone in the pack but cool in the chase ready to go forth shining

Groups emerge and faces exchange- Orion has never felt so close

The moon says "~push~"

My body continues to pull

Finally! together as one

Entering transport- -Flash* I'm back?

Back to forever, beyond forever. Forever ago

Kids in cars and cars with kids without cares

Illusions play; as they must, they need to feel remembered

Everything needs remembering

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Destination unsought, lights ablaze; illuminated concrete jungle maze

Darker now.. silent night, mountain's toes exposed

A once familiar place, Sergeant commands the pace

Winding and climbing, sailing and flowing- Teens quest for greatness

Bends and passes nurture the path as fine mothers do

Demanding respect, the mountain inclines; Orion smiles

Celestial bow wielded proud, arrow tips lie not far

Erosion tell the tales of forgotten time, furrows expose the mountain's relentless side

The moon speaks "~push~"

Embers burn down and deep fibers of harp like muscle untouched by man begin to play

Enchanted by song, they pull-The mountain grumbles, inclining to protect its face

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Over the rail the city rest, even owls dare not wake

Fearless teens continue to take flight towards the mountain

Orion whispers with kindness " %#*^%$#"

A long ago cosmic language that only stars gossip

Praising, granting approval to the knightly youth

The harp begins to fade; Thin icy winds fill the teens

Breathe becoming a chore.

Now and only now does the mountain smirk

With torn sails the teens continue to quest

Sergeant calls " We've tried our best."

With coughs and hacks the once fearless teens truck back

Entering transport- - Flash* I'm back!