Woodwinds pipe proudly,
like playful skipping stones,
while dancers flow like water,
and their feet take flight.

Food trucks circle the celebration,
and send out sizzling invitations,
but their cooking fires can’t compare
to the passion of the people there.

Even after the vendors have all departed,
the temperature keeps climbing higher,
the heat of the moment waxing full
with the evening moon.

As the festivities come to a head,
the energy crests like a breaking wave,
and the feverish bacchanals
greet the dawn with rosy cheeks.

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The world falls away around me,
and in that moment of destruction
I am free.

I plunge forward,
shaking with velocity,
as my energy potential
is unleashed at last.

And I jet through the night
to the thunderous soundtrack
of hammering heartbeats
and screaming skies.

I discard the veneer of civilization,
and crash into an unknown world
as life’s little compromises drop away,
and the frontier hits my backyard.

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I’m the strongest one around.
I tell myself this because it’s true.
It’s true because I tell myself this.

I secured an iron-clad throne
atop the summit of my country,
and ruled with unquestioned authority –
until they came.

They passed through my world like a storm:
powerful and unstoppable.
There was no malice in their actions,
but they left desolation in their wake.

My fortress lay in ruins:
the walls were torn down,
carrying chunks of my foundation away,
and forcing me to face the real world.

The mountains of my childhood
were merely hills inflated with hubris,
and the complacency of my years
never recognized the truth until now.

I was a big fish in a small pond,
and I sat there like a fat little frog
who’d convinced himself that a gilded cage
was a golden throne.

I could rebuild, but honestly –
what’s the point?
I can’t return to that way of living
without blinding myself to the truth.

The once and future king no more,
the little king of the hill departs.
Regalia removed and forgotten,
I track the footsteps of giants.

But I do not seek to cast them down,
instead my heartfelt wish
is to lift myself up to their level,
and walk among the gods.

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