It's All Or Nothing

We’ll sit and wait
til second wind
split ourselves
us threaded in.

Dirt concerned
cracks a solace
it crumbles on to
rippled surface.

There’s only spin
there is no rise
we spin and spin
forever sighs.

Sit and wait
til time turns distance
trading life
for existence.

A nothing spills
yet pours forever
a breath of speed
our skin ever closer.

A simple reminder
of what we should.
A final fleeting image - 
Proof - that we could.

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