when you block the way

and fiddle with the over-all design

of the channels you surge through

in your velocity of quest


that is when pain teaches you

a price for meddling with your forward motion

and the choice of detour or fruitless tangent

is revealed in the obstacles of consequence


but be somewhat cheered to know

continuing movement will change circumstance

because it is only when you stall and stop short

that you sink down into the ground of your defeat...


dimming eyes staring up out of

the vanishing dust of a disappearing world...




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