On the backside of the Berkshires,
I listened for the light silence that comes at sunrise,
a distant hum behind the mountains that brought me out of my deep sleeps
An unsettling rumble that sounded and then smelled just like death
I let my toes curl under the covers for a second,
and I succumbed to the claustrophobia,
I was powerless to my feeble tendencies,
and it was in my nature to perpetuate this defeatism
But quickly,
and without a knight,
I came to my senses and stopped feeling sorry for myself
The air was cold,
but fresh,
and belonged to no one, if not me
So on the frontside of that cabin,
in the backside of the Berkshires,
I changed my mind
about me---
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