August 9

Feet on pavement, those first steps, splash and lift,
the whole world agasht at the weight of it. Muscles fire
and great explosions, electric mindset burning grafitti
off underpasses. Past animals in cages, past cubs

in cars, back through all variety of evolution. I’m running
through time, back to ocean, to the edge, crawling uphill
against gravity, against all right thinking, against history,
onto the dry hot grandular empty unbreathable shore.

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