Sedentary motion,

roving around in clover fields,


Speeding up the pace,

halting at an arms length,

finish the race?

Time and space,

valued minutes on the clock.

Surging through every vessel,

with the tick-tock.


through their valued stature,

projecting their inner vast expanse.

Preaching their own nomenclature,


Meeting resistance,


yet bold.

Approached with a gentle freedom.

Now I’m breaking the mold.


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