Stretching, spreading my hands to the sides
Tilting my
head to the heavens, asking for guide
Regulating
my breath against the strong wind
That
threatens my lungs to expand
The iron
bar that I stand cannot conceal its excitement
My body in
numbness move forward, drops, silent
The
rushing waters caught my head
Pricking
me with frozen needles
That move
to scalp to sole as it spindles
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