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Like the madding crowd that quite tramples thought
a car approaches: something to avoid
when coming: stopped, and only then devoid
of threat: an invitation to get caught
in some particular direction, bought
when it is entered: soul's sold and deployed
intentionally: form and pace enjoyed
anthropomorphically: arty from nought
at body speed: the creeping feet like log-
arithms: guts tacked like a tricky sail
to easily manoeuvring what's always
the size of who I am: the iron jog
over the distance: heart that must not fail.
I walk away where at last the car stays. |
