one last letting go

 had you the strength
 of yesterday,
 with more to gain, and
 less to pay,
 you'd walk among
 the stalks of brown,
 and gold, a sky turned
 upside-down

 the wheels beneath, you'd
 no more need:
 the struggling breath would
 come with ease,
 and though there be
 none there to see,
 you would at last,
 at last,
 
 be free

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