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Living Motion
You live going; you live a vehicle---
a dangerous keep.
I wanted you when our stillness shouted a hush
that filled our ears like cotton balls softly
resisting any uttered move you (or probably I)
would mistakenly make and slice the moment
in
two---
into two halves as I am now
and was before.
I will say it was me who broke it;
although, it was probably you and
a song making love I am green for.
You live a car,
you lived mine well and went
as if no one has ever traveled before,
keeping motion as your mistress.
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