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a motion

you give your eager motion
to the salty requirement
of being alive: it is a

terrible dance we all hate
the steps of. there is no
thing so impossible, to you,

as the inaccurate roundness
of the moon. the way she
balloons makes you believe

in the candor of science.
i calculated the apex of your
natural life and you were

disappointed. surely not
so long to wait! the light
grows tiresome and i am

late for the party. the clouds
are moving now: they shuffle
together like a deck

of cards.
Posted 02/23/11
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