and i dig, i dig

and already i see the lay of the land before me, all it will bring
i travel up this mountainside, for what else can i do, but move along

the cold fear grips my head and leaves my hands bloodless, frozen upon the reins
and i dig, i dig the spurs of my resolve into this steady steed

to this place i go now, this hot burning land where all my anger dwells
and the music there screams my name, screams my complacency

i train my gaze upon the horizon of my freedom
and i dig, i dig the spurs of my resolve into this steady steed

here be my dragons, and their hot, fetid breath will scorch my vapid plain


--bruised orange


Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final
― Rilke