The Rise

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Thirsty, I liquor up before a battle with a

crowd. Roaring obscenities, making nostalgic love with

themselves. And after they finish, they’ll wipe their mouths. Vocals

shattered and bodies worn out. I’m found climbing a mountain, knee high

in snow. Not wearing a jacket and yet I’m warm to the bone. Should be quiet

in a place like this. Inner revelation and a courting of pieces. Inner voices

ignoring the cliches. The rise and its eventually. Here, everywhere.

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Photo by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho

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