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i’m hiking through silver skies

my legs stretch really far out, nearly in a split

i can’t feel the ground, so i just keep stretching

i guess you don’t always need to know your footing

everything’s coming up silver right now

i’m enjoying this silver hike

and though i don’t always like what i’m thinking,

i don’t feel lost-

i feel found.

what an oxymoron.