Thousands of miles away, you are sitting as still as stone
Your face, highlighted by the screen into thin slivers of blue
scowls, while you chip away at some imaginary landscape of pixels and light.
You are afraid that I am gone.
Next to me, miles of ice stretch toward the horizon
Crushing into the mountain, cracks become blue chasms under its weight,
as rocks groan out the injustice of gravity. I try to climb above the treeline,
try to catch my breath, try to escape.
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