Stay,
keep going
keep going.
With time there may be far too many abysses down the road,
but with time we learn to get into it and get out of it.
The sun burns our faces and we think how the hell we are still alive
and one day we say ‘fuck it’ and we get down to the business.
The best of lives are made out of an impulse…
We have long been buried.
This is just an extension of how we resonated in our destruction once.
And If that isn’t maddening enough then what more glorification there can be…

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Photograph: Moose Peterson.