The stone cutter doesn’t have the strength today

To chip away at whatever’s replaced your skin and bones

Skin and bones, now, no longer your own

They’re ambivalence and dexterity

Crawling on four feet, lingering

Rocky mountain street

Four thousand feet of clarity

Serene

Altitude sickness brings malleable energy

Recycled, reused, regretfully

I’ll take a reset; four step; backwards; rewind

I wouldn’t call this regression

But it’s an insult to destiny.