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Man in motion does not cry
He has no time
No need
No chance
Too busy
Too much to do
Too occupied
Too much on his mind
Must run
Sprint
Jump
Leap
Crawl
Writhe
Create
Stay in motion
To survive
The chase is on
And the man in motion is
(somewhere?)
In the lead.
Or is he?
my heart goes out to him
but the chase and churn of a mellifluous voice that
tempts and beckons him forward.
i can't compete with that.
my screeching wears thin
out of my hands
out of my control
and i am relegated to the background
sweet background, dark of hiding.
still i reach
strain
grope and grimace
to touch his hand
grab his hand
and pull him in
close to me
turn his head away from the fool light
cover his ears from the fool song
and protect him
"fall into me…
i will protect you," i breathe
i whisper
i say
i speak
i shout
i yell frantically.
but he keeps walking, tantalized.
drawn away from me -
farther -
farther -
towards that dark mystery cloaked in artificial light.
you aren't mine anymore.
The man in motion runs
Leaps
Dances
Falls
Gets up
Dusts himself off
And carries on
Stay in motion
To survive.
And I
I have been left behind.
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