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running at 1:30 am under orange skies and tree tops, two nights in a row.
i had to stop to tie my shoe. i slowed to a stop and bent down, crouching on my right knee. I looked at my arm as my fingers did their work, and the skin shined back at me. the laces were once again knotted stiff. I started to run again but i'd lost my rythm. The bending of my knee and the pause had made my joint week, and my muscles relaxed. four blocks later i had my rythm again, and the soothing endorphen induced runners high.
I guess that's like life. Stop too long and you'll lose your rythem, and perhaps feel things a little more intensely. Sweep through it fast enough and the time blures by.
I guess i'm just one for stupid metaphores... when i'm in the mood that is.
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The day was bright, and already the air hot
And down the stairs into the sun
into the street
i watched intently
the timid movments which i then matched
and around anything of heaft or pressing importance
danced words, stutter stepping in circles
a constant free fall like an earthly orbit
with all the fright of fallling
without a follow through
soon though,
if all that is desired comes to pass
comfort of growing familiarity
shall slow the racing words
and bring about the gravity behind what they hide
then all will be known
for better or worse
i had to stop to tie my shoe. i slowed to a stop and bent down, crouching on my right knee. I looked at my arm as my fingers did their work, and the skin shined back at me. the laces were once again knotted stiff. I started to run again but i'd lost my rythm. The bending of my knee and the pause had made my joint week, and my muscles relaxed. four blocks later i had my rythm again, and the soothing endorphen induced runners high.
I guess that's like life. Stop too long and you'll lose your rythem, and perhaps feel things a little more intensely. Sweep through it fast enough and the time blures by.
I guess i'm just one for stupid metaphores... when i'm in the mood that is.
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The day was bright, and already the air hot
And down the stairs into the sun
into the street
i watched intently
the timid movments which i then matched
and around anything of heaft or pressing importance
danced words, stutter stepping in circles
a constant free fall like an earthly orbit
with all the fright of fallling
without a follow through
soon though,
if all that is desired comes to pass
comfort of growing familiarity
shall slow the racing words
and bring about the gravity behind what they hide
then all will be known
for better or worse