Still on it 

I’m still kicking off
My breath purposes to use itself
And I am with it
Through rough ground over and again

I’m still kicking off
Those old feats with clean boots for now
Able to walk tall
Go see off fields of challengers

A storm is brewing
Into the dust and debris
No! Never not still. Just twisting out every syllable till it pops off.

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