Gold Sporks
Monday, November 11, 2013
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He is the monster we chase
and run from until our feet bleed.
He's a wrinkle, link,
increment,
bandaid,
perspective.
We grasp him like the wind and ride gusts
or soar;
a force bolstered or hampered by the burdens he bears.
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