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[Mariposa]

Written a few weeks ago after a weekend of intense partying.

To what do I owe
this penchant for self-destruction?
Pursuing opportunity
through dark alleys
graffiti-covered subway tunnels
the crowded streets
the fog that refuses to break

and when I reach the crest of the hill
I realize
taking on a grade this steep
wasn't half as hard
as trying to control and navigate
myself
on the way down

and all this
to be carried out
in stealth mode.