answers 

rich earth
raised tall by frost
crunches under running feet
breath expels in misty clouds
wide open spaces at my back
the world at my fingertips
but i don’t know what to do with it
so I’m out at the dawn’s waking
trying to work into an answer
all i know is
I’m cold and tired
sweaty and hungry
and i miss my forever horizon

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