You stretch out and pull at ropes
Reining in wild horses
The gravel jolts you, keeping you on your toes
Flies whip past, never finding purchase on your skin
Bandana brought up and hat pulled low
The feeling of control impregnated into your reality
You turn to watch the dust storm fast approaching
Your life does not flash before your eyes
You do not pay penance to your god
Death does not greet you with a smile
There is no acceptance
There is only you
And the dust
And the indomitable will to survive
You will survive
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