In between

between the snow and the dream
there is only room for pushing
the knees become apostrophes
between the vision and the landing
in the boots there is a map
drawn by words
eroded only by courage
no one has ever created thunder
but a thorn in my back
gave me the kiss of a tremendous
storm of words

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