Trajectory

13 years on a cannon
Chapped skin, sore back, frail --
Perfect round pellets
Sculpted titanium shaft
Yet, fires low, to foot of the hill

Sweat stains washed away
Anxious obsessions flinch
Surrendered dreams like glass

Weary mind skips wonder
Greedy heart beats faster
Red passion breathes sequel

13 years on a cannon
Dusty papers, pallid eyes, tired --
Steep acute angle
Ceaseless northern gust
Yet, fires high, to peak of the mountain
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