Parachute Maze

Had it changed

one way or the other

a bridge would have not collapsed

and

trees would have not fallen,

The sound of Dante’s peak

rumbles beneath my ankles,

All seconds, like grains,

folded into sheets of flour

and

minutes go by,

There’s something fast

beyond the horizon

or is it me,

running

in the tall grass rye.

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