like the blinking light of the wind
turbine, rotating
slowly in the breeze, ticking, making
progress
towards the failure of your once healthy
lungs.
Pressing the apple red cup to your lips,
drowning out the stress,
hiding nothing
but the color of your drink.
How does it make you feel?
Like you could fight Goliath like David
did
Lift a wheel-less car from a pinned down
man
With unknown, supernatural strength?
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