leg lifts just before those swift train doors close; an exercise
November 8, 2009
The next step/ waiting maybe wrong
in dark matter
An other thing/ a rung on a dark ladder
A nothing/
As it happens/ not to happen
The next step/ leg stiff/ fixing to flex
to a leg lift/
I’m fixing to find/ A gift of intentions
To move me to move/
given/ attention enough
to move on/ away from the station
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