Movement

Inching along
Movement pushed by paralysis
A twice frozen puddle of mud
Off beats of a jazz riff

A blur of motion
Behind closed eyes
Rosy pinks and purples
Bruising fragile skins

Rolling uphill
Perpetual motion embodied
Impossible strides
Angels dancing sideways

Pause
Stop
Breathe

Wind up the box
Peer in again
Old benchmarks silenced
A new landscape looks back

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