In Momentum

when I see your
splintered
hair
rise like
hands
in prayer
I know we’re
in momentum

our lungs 
shake 
in likeness
to the buzzing
air
that fills them
the mountain
makes us
so
so tall

and we may only
wait
on our
toes 
as fractal
bodies 
adjust the space
of us
to their 
whim 

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