" Live in the stretch.
Extending your limbs out,
In a burn, in a hollow trespass,
Tremoring, a second away from a shout,
And keep going after it hurts-- the animal won't.

Live in the stretch.
It is the only way to know anything in the dark.
It is the only way to feel on fire.
The animals eat well, but we can pass the mark.
And if beavers land on the moon, this poem has expired. "

― Karl Kristian Flores