i
arrive out of breath
hit the ground,
all beating beating heart
blood pumping
there is a need, need
for something I can never quite express
though i always try
haven't thought to ask why
i guess it just seems
obvious?
always fumbling
clumsy
(i've been like this since,
since I can barely remember
slipping off scaffolding,
regaining consciousness to find
a finger in my throat
faces concerned and looming)
It's a kind of exercize
I guess
the kind where
there's no need to leave your chair
or even be upright
lying down
works quite well, i've found.
always racing,
but to what finish line?
what tape?
no flag to wave,
or time to be recorded
applauded.
no,
always silence here in front of
blank
bare screen
but with the momentum
there's no need
i wouldn't be able to hear it anyway.
Focus. Focus. Fingers, thoughts
syncronise.
Surprised?
Always.
I guess that's half the fun.
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